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“Hey Michael, do we really need to go through all this? You know why you are here, right?… Yeah you are here to be an intern, but did your dad tell you what you would be doing?… Jesus! He didn’t! Well shit! I’m just going to be blunt; there’s no reason to be coy here….

“Do you recognize me?… We met a few years ago at the company Fourth of July picnic. Yeah, I’m the Chief Security Officer of the company your dad works for. When your dad was in my office, going over this very last-minute two-week business trip to Vegas, he was saying that he was worried about you being alone for all that time. I reminded him that you are of age and should be responsible to be alone. He started going on and on that he was worried about you getting in with the wrong crowd. I laughed and said you spend most of your afternoons in the back theater of Ruby’s bookstore taking dick after dick and that the wrong crowd would be all the tradies who work the docks.

“Ha ha. If your dad didn’t know you were a sperm burper, he does now. The panicked look on your face says that you didn’t tell him. Oh well not my problem. He didn’t seem too phased by it though.

“A bit later we were talking about the expansion of our sites in Amsterdam and Munich. He started dropping hints that he wanted a promotion. I started to laugh. I told him that the Executive team, especially the CEO, Bryce Mullins, doesn’t think he’s upper management material. Your dad asked what he could do to change Bryce’s mind. I told him point blank, ‘Offer Bryce your son to fuck.’

“Oh yeah, we were talking about you. I bet he didn’t tell you all that when he said you that you could get an internship with us, now did he?… I didn’t think so. Yeah, if your dad allowed the CEO of the company to breed your cute little ass, he might just get that promotion and raise.

“And it’s not just Bryce, but me too…. What? You think I would conduct an interview for a legitimate intern at my private residence wearing a pair of swimming trunks?… Seriously, you would think that? Bryce and I go back decades to when we were both in the Corps. We would pick up a faggot like you just off base and take him to our motel room and fuck that cunt good. After the Corps, we met Ben Tutwiler who shares our affinity of using and abusing boys like you. The three of us formed this company. He’s the Chief Operating Officer, and he’s going to fuck you this week as well. Although, it will probably just a few times. He’s grown closer to his own faggot.

“Yeah, our company is founded by three fag fuckers. About five or six years ago we brought on our fourth fag fucking executive, our Chief Financial Officer Gary Roberts. Now you probably don’t realize this, but he’s already fucked you a few times. He’s a frequent patron of the same Ruby’s bookstore as you. How do you think we first heard about you being a cum dump whore? In case you were wondering, he’s the one who holds you head firmly in place while he instructs the men to back their asses onto your tongue.

“…Oh that got a smile out of you. You know who he is, hunh? Good. The four of us have specific tastes in our faggots. And each one of us will… interview you.

“We start now. Get naked faggot.

“…You can instantly follow orders. That’s good. Should you get hired as our intern, you won’t be wearing much around here. Come to think about it, you won’t have many possessions.

“Hell, like any other intern you work for free. Don’t worry, we’ll pay off your debts, which isn’t much.

“Nice body. You shaved? That’s a bonus. You will be kept hairless; Bryce will insist on it. Nice ass. Bend over and show me your cunt. Goddamned! You’re wearing a plug? I love it. Shit it out….

“Oh wait a moment, you’re loaded up! When was the last time you got fucked?… Lunchtime? At Ruby’s? How many loads are in you now? You don’t know!

“HA! I fucking love it. You come to what you think is a legitimate job interview, with your cunt loaded and plugged up. That’s fucking great. Take it out but clamp down. I want those loads to ferment in you a little longer…. Good. Good. That’s an interesting plug. It’s very stumpy. Perfect size for it to go in your mouth. You do realize that anything that comes out of your cunt should be cleaned off in your mouth? No, don’t lick it, just hold it in place.

“Follow me. Here let me give you something to look at, my ass. I may be fifty-nine, but my ass is still beefy like a 30-year-old who works out three hours a day. I don’t see you, but I know you are thinking about eating it. Don’t worry, like Gary, I love getting tongue fucked. You will be licking my shithole several times a day along with every other sweaty part of my body.

“OK. This pool house will be where you are going to be for the next couple weeks. I purchased this estate because of it. I put a lot of money into this space so that the four of us have a place to go to use faggots however and whenever we want. Mostly it will be you. Sometimes on game day, Ben will bring his boy over and both of you will serve and service us. It usually ends with a fuck fest of four on two.

“The two bedrooms are converted into a play space and a gym. You’ll sleep in the walk-in closet on a cot. The closet also doubles as a sling room when needed.

“Don’t be intimidated by all the sex furniture we have in here. Most of the time it goes unused, except for parties. The fuck bench is probably what you will spend most of your time on. Gary will definitely have you under the rimseat here or there’s another one in the bathroom. Ben will have you on the St. Andrew’s cross. That cupboard over there is nothing but various ropes, chains, leather restraints, plastic ties, rubber, and so on. If there’s a way to tie you up, Ben has it here.

“Speaking of which, here help me put these wrist and ankle cuffs on. You’ll have these on the entire time. It’ll make securing you into different positions easier. Ben likes to see them on the faggots we have here. He has had them on his boy for as long as they have been together. Here, let me put the padlocks on; we will be the ones to control when they come off…. Good. You’ll get to try them out on the St. Andrew’s cross over there.

“On your knees and lean forward. While Ben will like tie you down, Bryce likes to control you. This collar symbolizes that. When a faggot cunt is collared, it knows that it is not in charge, that it is owned, and that it is merely an object for real men to use. And that click of the lock now cements everything.

“I can see you are excited about this. Your pecker is leaking. You know what? So is mine. Look at it. I want you to beat off. This will be the first and last time you are cumming while here. So make it good. A pecker cage will be going on after you shoot.

“Then I’m gonna use your cum as my lube. Get your knees spread wide. Fuck this is beautiful. I have a faggot to play with for the next few weeks, maybe longer. Three of my best buds will share in your holes. You really have me leaking back here. I’m enjoying the view of your ass and back, thinking how good my arm would look going up your cunt.

“But I need to do this first. Hold your head still. This is a strap that will hold that plug in your mouth.

“Damn! That arm is going a mile a minute. Somehow let me know when you are close to cumming. I want to know the exact moment.

“Just think about your time here. You will be serving four men pretty much non-stop. Other men will be brought by. We may work you at the same time, but more often than not it’s done one-on-one.

“I want to fuck that cunt of yours, but I want your load first. So hurry the fuck up. My cock is ready to explode.

“From you grunts, you about to cum?… Good. Remember to collect it in your hand. I want you to cum on the count of five. One… Two… Three… Get ready. Four… And FIVE! Shoot!

“…Ha Ha Ha! You weren’t expecting that ball kick from behind, were ya? You faggots never do. Did you get any cum in your hand?… No? That sucks for you.

“What’s wrong? Your neck? Ohhhh. I forgot to mention. That collar is wired up. We can deliver painful shocks to you at any time. In case you were wondering, the shock was probably delivered by Bryce who is also in Vegas. This place is wired up with over one hundred cameras with microphones. Like any one of us, he has the ability of watching and probably was. I’m surprised he hasn’t said anything; the speaker system can broadcast orders to you, from anywhere in the world, and from any one of us.

“Roll over on your stomach and get your ass up in the air. I don’t give a shit that you are in pain from my ball kick and a shock from your collar. I want your cunt. You know what? I need a spreader bar first…. This one will do.

“I have nearly forty years in security and surveillance. There are sensors all over my property. You are to stay here or the pool area unless I give you permission. The collar will not allow you to go any further than this building, the pool, and the sauna hut. Oh, and that collar is waterproof. When I need you up in the main building, I’ll have the sensors turned off for that area.

“Monitoring faggots is so easy these days. I have been surveilling you for the past couple of months. Oh yeah, I know everywhere you went since Gary first connected with a bookstore cum dump whore, one that just happened to be the son of one of our employees. I ran a full background on you. I was able to hack into your phone, and I observed. I know the older men you try to connect with on Grindr and Scruff. I see the porn you watch. And you watch a lot of daddy porn, cruising porn, gang bang porn, ass eating porn, and so on.

“I know where you go. You hit the bookstore at lunchtime on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. On Fridays you stay back there to hit the after-work crowd. On Mondays and Wednesdays, on your way back from your community college, you hit the rest area.

“During this time, I did an extensive background check on your dad just as I did on you. Your dad has some issues with workplace security that are being addressed today by Bryce in Vegas. Trust me, your dad will not interfere in your internship. This was all planned, faggot. Every moment you thought you had a choice, we chose it for you.

“Now the spreader bar is in place set to painfully wide. Since you didn’t catch your load, I’m going in dry.

“With your wrists clipped behind your back, you aren’t going anywhere.

“Are you crying? You are. And you look panicked! Feel like you have no control over anything? Good!

“Fuck it’s not going to take me long to cum. I’m ready to burst.

“Jesus! You are loose! And sloppy! The cum stew feels good. Oh man.

“Not going to take long at all…. Oh faggot, you are made to be a cum dump faggot whore. This cunt belongs to me.

“Get ready. Get ready. Here I cum. Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuccccckkkkk!

“Shit! That was good. You got my load added to the cum stew you’re brewing.

“Your gaping hole could be tightened up. Clamp down on me…. That’s it? We’ll need to start cunt training on you. Get those pussy muscles back to providing pleasure.

“Hold still. I got to piss…. Oh man. Does this feel good. It feels right. You are a natural toilet. Gary said he pissed down your throat a few times. Toilet service will be expected of you. Mostly Gary and I are into it, but Bryce and Ben will use your mouth on game day.

“I’m gonna pull out. You need to keep this slop in you. Clamp down. It’s going to be tough, but do not spill one single drop. You do, you will regret disobeying me.

“You are a sight. I’m gonna lift up the spreader bar to the motorized pulley. Suspended upside down should keep that sludge in. The butt plug gag needs to come out. My cock needs to be cleaned off, and your mouth is at the right height.

“That’s it. Swirl your tongue around. Just like that. Faggot, you’re going to do fine here.

“Ok. I got to do some paperwork in the main house. I’ll be back in a while. If you need to be let down, respectfully call out. If one of us is watching you, we can let you down remotely.”

This story continues in Story #389, Story #394, and Story #400

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ncteez · 11 months

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my love ⭐️ i love you 🫵☺️ congratulations on 6k, you are so wonderful and amazing and, yes, i love you. i’ll say it again, i love you (aggressive 🤬) u don’t have to do this one bc can i request cheol and prompt #13? IF NOT, i will take the spotify playlist instead <3

(ngl, i forgot the number as soon as i entered ur ask box, but it was like “you can take it, you’ve done it before” hehe)

AGAIN, congratulations and i love u, my favorite person ever

seungcheol + “You can take it, you’ve done it before”

wordcount: 3.9k

tags: huge dick!seungcheol, fuck buddy scenario, he’s super cocky and not the soft boyfriend we want him to be, the one where he was a hook up and now he won’t stop calling at three in the morning, he might be a little possessive and competitive, desperate! desperate! desperate!, reader is very sex-positive and also a sarcastic little goblin, mentions of vernon eating u out while on call with seungcheol lmaoooooo, seungcheol uses vernon in dirty talk lmao, smut (fuck around and find out).

note: i wrote this entirely with you in mind sar, ilysm, i hope u love this as much as i love u & hope u don’t mind that i made vernon a core point of the plot. not proof read.

The Friday night from two weeks ago didn’t cross your mind too often because you’re not too often thinking about the dudes you’ve gone home with from the bar. Given, that was mistake number one.

Seungcheol, apparently, doesn’t do “hook-ups”. What he does do, according to his texts, is acquire fuck buddies. That’s fine with you, absolutely and totally okay. Mostly because you have at least three other dudes texting you for some late-night release and all of them are equally as hot as Seungcheol, at the very least.

You guess you just didn’t expect him to ever text again, especially after a two week period.

Mistake number two was answering his call while Vernon (aka fuck buddy #1), was actively going down on you. It’s not entirely that it was a mistake, if anything it was incredibly arousing to answer that phone and hear Seungcheol on the other line tugging at himself while Vernon was down there flicking his tongue on all of the right spots to get you there at least three times faster than usual. Of course, to Vernon, he maybe thought it was a friend or family member calling, and that maybe it was a game where you needed to be quiet while he intentionally tried to make you moan as much as possible.

He was a little shocked hearing how loud you were over the phone, internally panicking at the last minute and lunging up to hang the phone up for you while also forcing you to come down from an impending orgasm. Upon realizing it was Seungcheol (aka fuck buddy #?) his confidence was shot down just a little bit. Of course, you boosted his ego right back up by praising, complementing, and giving him the best head of his life.

Where was the mistake in any of that? It was hot. You loved it, and even Vernon was slightly on board with the idea of fucking you while letting you get other people off over the phone. At least, that was after he got off a couple of times and felt all soft and appreciative of you.

The mistake was Seungcheol texting you about hanging up when he was close.

Again, it’s not like you were expecting him to ever call you back after two weeks of radio silence, better yet in the midst of Vernon doing what he did best.

You could argue that answering the phone at all was a bad idea, and you have no excuse for that, but at least Seungcheol got a little competitive when you explained why the phone was hung up, and who hung up on him.

“So, you’re not the one who hung up on me?” Seungcheol asks in a slightly annoyed voice. “Anyone could see that you were enjoying yourself as much as I was.”

“Well–”

“Was he afraid I’d get you off first without so much as being in the room?”

“I just think that he–”

“Does he want you all to himself or?”

“Seungcheol,” You raise your voice a bit, looking around the room and confirming that Vernon has definitely already left.

Given, Seungcheol called like fourteen times in the span of finishing up your respective orgasms with the messy boy, you weren’t shocked that he answered on the first ring when you called him back.

“What? I’m right.”

“Well, no. You’re not actually.” You respond, rolling your eyes. “Vernon didn’t even know it was someone I fucked until after he hung up on you. He doesn’t want me all to himself, and he definitely wasn’t afraid you’d get me off first.”

Silence.

“You haven’t shown interest since the first and only time we met up, i’m a little confused as to why you’re spamming my phone like some weirdo.” You trail off a bit, and he speaks.

“Um, because I’m horny?” He answers nonchalantly. “You can’t say you haven’t thought about seeing me again.”

“I can say that, actually. But I wouldn't entirely be opposed to it if you stop trying to go to war with the other people I see.”

“To be fair, I wasn’t competitive until now. You have to admit it’s kind of fun–”

“Yeah. I can admit that.”

More silence for a moment before you hear shuffling on your end.

“So, were those moans for him or for me?”

You pause, a cheeky smile forming on your lips. It’s not normal for your fuck buddies to know about each other outside of being aware that the other exists, but, like, you don’t know. It was really hot to hear Seungcheol groaning and fucking his fist while Vernon was doing his thing on you.

“Both of you.”

Seungcheol hums, pleased.

“I’ll have to try harder next time then, make you forget he’s even touching you.”

“Next time?” You laugh, yawning out the post-orgasm drowsiness.

“Or you can just come over, we both know you wouldn’t need us both to feel that good.”

A direct hit to the confidence you just gagged yourself to give back to Vernon. You will never tell him about the competition that seems to be boiling up with Seungcheol, after all, there’s a reason Vernon is number one, and Seungcheol is only just now becoming a face you’ll see more than once.

“I didn’t realize how confident you are about that, is that a promise?”

“Also a threat.” He laughs, seemingly finished with the conversation before letting out a sigh. “I’ll call you.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you will.”

Man, did he fucking call. A lot. Usually too late into the night or too early into the morning for you to be aware and aware of his need to get off. Does he ever sleep, actually?

This time though, it’s around ten at night when you get his call and you pick it up for him happily.

“Finally, you call when I’m awake.”

A breathy chuckle.

“You gonna come over or are you just gonna argue?”

You’re going over, fucking obviously. Like, lightening speed going over because even though you’ve only been with him once, you can remember how good he made it feel for you.

“I’ll text when I get there,” You start, narrowing your eyes at yourself in the mirror. “You’re not gonna make me call him while I’m with you, right?”

“I might.” He says, and you can practically hear that fucking grin on his face.

“I’m not doing that.”

Another breathy fucking chuckle.

“Did you forget last time? Felt so good I think you would’ve burned a building down if I asked you to.”

That’s fair, but also incredibly unfair for him to bring up.

“You’re so annoying.” You say, shaking your head and slipping on your shoes.

“Well, you’re the one on your way to come sit on me, so…”

Again, that’s fair, but it doesn’t stop you from hanging up on him, and him sitting in his room laughing about how much you very clearly want to see him again, but seem to love arguing.

By the time you get there, he’s ready, Like, so fucking ready. Between reminding himself of how you looked the only time he’s ever been between your legs, to the way you sounded through a muffled speaker while some loser-ass dude was eating you out– yeah, that got to him in so many ways. The fact that you answered the phone while it was happening was one thing, an incredibly hot thing, but the fact that you answered for him at all after so long of no contact was another.

It’s not like he forgot about you or anything, it’s just that maybe on that night his first option was busy, and so was his second option, and you, his third option, was very busy but still let him in on the pleasure you were feeling.

Maybe, just maybe, you set yourself up to become his number one that night. He had to get with you again. Possibly to prove to himself that he could be your number one choice too, but mostly because the way you talk to him is fun.

It’s about sex most of the time, if any of your few conversations are to go by, but all of this makes him wonder how you act when you’re not horny. Not that it matters or anything, but still. You’re an interesting lay, and he’s excited to see you again.

Either way, when you land those little knocks on his door and he rushes to open it. It’s almost like he entirely forgot what you looked like. You look insanely attractive right now to him, to the point that it’s a struggle to even step back and let you in through his door. It’s hard for him not to use his strength against you, rushing forward and making you sigh out his name against the plush grass on his lawn.

Self control is something he was always proud of, and fuck you for ripping that away from him by so much as fucking other people and still showing up on his porch to let him have his turn.

You look up at him, noting the way his hair falls in his face and his arms flex as he grips the door knob tightly upon seeing you.

“Why do you look so fucking good right now?” He blurts, staring at you.

“Probably because you’re horny?” You smile, taking a step forward and shoving past him without issue or resistance.

That little shove though. Damn, his skin is on fire just from feeling your fingers pressed against his chest to move him out of your way. Probably because you’re moving him so you can get inside and be fucked. He senses eagerness in your own charade of calmness, turning to watch you bend over to slip off your shoes.

“Go ahead and take the rest off too, while you’re at it.” He finally says, closing the door and leaning against the frame as he crosses his arms.

You look back at him with a chuckle, your eyes trailing down and noting the size of that thing in his pants. What, the, fuck. You actually managed to forget that you nearly had to do breathing exercises the last time he slid his cock into you. It’s not even an issue, because you really did love to feel as full as he made you. You’re just shocked that you let that slip your fucking mind.

“Jesus,” You sigh, standing up straight and kicking your shoes out of the way. This time you reach for the hem of your shirt as you walk to him, lifting it above your head and discarding it on the floor as well. “Did you get bigger, or?” You add, instantly grabbing his length beneath his loose sweat pants and gripping it.

The way you nearly see his eyes cross makes you smile wider as you massage him there for a moment.

“I’ll go ahead and let you think that,” He smiles after the feeling of your hand on him settles within his aroused gut. “Miss me?” He whispers now, pushing his hips forward against your hand so you can feel it twitch in your palm.

You’d say no, because there wasn’t much to miss outside of the sex, which you were getting elsewhere. But, seeing him now, yeah, you think you’ll at least miss him once you go home.

He notes your small nod before stepping up closer. His chest is right up against you as he looks down at you, eyes fanning over your face and realizing that this time, he’s really going to fuck you. Like, he’s going to give it his all, if anything, just to become your favorite.

“Come on then,” He smiles, reaching for your hand and pulling it away from himself before guiding you to the room you’ve already been in once before.

It’s the exact same as it was save for different sheets, but your stomach bubbles more than it did that time with him.

The removal of clothes is quick and mostly unnnoticed, if anything it was just an annoyance to get that part out of the way.

And then, he’s doing what he does best, sitting back against his headboard, spreading his legs, and patting the bed between them. You’d assume he wants head but no. No, no. He wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling your back right up against his chest as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

You feel his hands trail down, no teasing, no playing around. He goes straight to your clit and uses his other hand to spread one of your legs wide open.

“Did his tongue do this?” He asks, swirling two fingers around your clit before sliding them up and down your folds.

You’re not surprised that he’s playing off of the Vernon thing, so you play along too. Feeling his fingers work their magic on you as you lean your head back on his shoulder and continue to listen to him talk.

“Was he eager for it? Grabbing your legs and drooling all over himself?”

You hum out of approval at his words, because you damn right that’s what Vernon does and he’s fucking good at it too.

“I fucking bet he was,” Seungcheol sighs softly against your neck, leaving a warm spot from his breath as he continues to slip his fingers up and down your pussy. He does this for a while, remaining silent and only listening to how wet you get, how swollen your clit becomes. “Did you get this wet for him too?”

You nod again, relishing in the experience of his slow fingers working their magic on you, but then his fingers stop right at your clit and he shifts behind you.

“Can’t have that.” He says, pushing his hips against your back and sliding his fingers down, plunging two of them into you in one go while holding you there against him.

It’s not the feeling of his fingers that turns you on in that moment, it’s the speed of which he plunges them into you and the direct denial of you being just as wet for someone else. Why? You don’t know, but the dynamic is fun considering there is no strings attached at the end of the day, and if he wants to compete in terms of turning you on, you’re more than willing to participate in such an act.

You can feel his effort with the way he curls his fingers, searching for that spot inside of you that Vernon finds with ease considering how many times he’s been inside of you. Seungcheol, only having touched you once before this, never expected to need your pleasure before his own until now.

He watches from behind you. A little tremble of the legs, a small moan– he needs your body to react now as he continues to rub his fingers inside of you. And then, right there he feels you squeeze your legs around his hand, your own hands shooting to his wrist as if to still his movements.

“That it?” He smiles, now putting more force behind what his fingers are doing and rendering you near useless as he continues to work you up. “Didn’t know you would be so sensitive here, listen to it, you’re dripping now.”

He’s going on his little ego boost, enjoying himself, as you sit against him and practically spiral into a world of sex-crazed sensitivity. His fingers hit that spot each time, causing your belly to sear with a burn of pleasure that you can’t help but shake and tremble at the feeling. He’s right, you’re dripping. You can feel it run down your ass, you can feel it against his sheets when you try to lift up for more, only to try and run away from it a moment later.

And then, there comes the sounds.

There is no clit stimulation to be had here, and you’re shocked at our your body forces sounds out of you. You could hold your breath, but the sound would only come out even more desperate as his never once stutters in pace.

And by the time he can feel your legs swing open, offering him full reign of your pussy, he straightens out his fingers and fucks them so deeply into you that you’re actually sighing from relief. No words can explain how good it feels, so you don’t try.

“Come on,” He says between the sounds of his palm hitting your pussy with each inward fuck, “listen to how wet I’m making you.”

You couldn’t avoid listening even if you wanted to, the sound squelching against the walls. You’re embarrassingly wet, except you’re not embarrassed at all. He’s doing exactly what he intended to do. The only thing is, you didn’t exactly see Seungcheol as the type to ask you to listen to your own sounds, reminding you that they’re for him. Asking you to admit it through more of those sounds, through more of that arousal dripping out of you.

You’ll never forgive yourself for letting him go that two weeks without calling you.

“You want me to like you more so bad,” You manage to say in a snide way, despite the moan that comes out after. “What about you? You gonna go another two weeks without doing this to me? Giving it to someone else just to boost your ego?”

The way his fingers halt all movements and his cock twitches against your back at those cocky little words. God, you’re just like him. Perfect.

“Why, you want me to call you the next time someone goes down on me so you can make sure I don’t moan as good as I would with you?”

“Maybe,” You smile, fucking your hips forward on his fingers. “Seems to me like you’re into that, anyway.”

“I am now.” He says, watching the way you fuck yourself against his fingers without shame or embarrassment.

Why wouldn’t you be his number one anyway?

“Fuck, look at you.” He groans, feeling your back moving against his cock all while chasing the pleasure of his fingers. “You want to be filled so bad.”

Damn right you do.

“Yeah?” He asks to your silence, taking back over with his fingers for a brief moment before pulling them out and loving how it still drips down his palm.

You nod silently, letting your legs relax and fall open wide as he shifts behind you. You can feel his hands rub against your waist and urge you to lift. Instantly, you do, because again, you definitely want to be filled up by now, and he’s looking like the best person for the job.

On your knees, you practically let yourself fall forward so that you can present yourself to him. Face down, ass up. He loves it, quickly grabbing a pillow from behind him and nudging you with it.

You accept the kind offer and a pillow before he, ultimately, will fuck you into the next dimension. And that’s exactly what he intends to do.

You’re so wet by now that he can see your pussy pulsing when he grabs his length in his hand, wincing at the sensitivity and ignoring how pathetically heavy it feels in his hand. He knows the relief he’s about to get is going to him him like a ton of fucking bricks, and he doesn’t care. This is the point of seeing you again, after all.

Once again, you forgot. The head of his cock slips between your folds and instantly you’re sighing out of relief and panic. Surely you’re wet enough that the slide will be easier than it was last time. Surely you can handle this.

Except you can’t. At least not immediately.

He slides in about two inches before he feels your body go frigid. He lands a soothing palm against your lower back when he pauses, struggling not to slam into you all at once.

“Relax–” He comments, out of breath himself and rubbing your lower back even more.

He feels the walls of your pussy clench, and clench, and fucking clench, until finally it relaxes around him.

“There you go,” He smirks from behind you, pressing in a bit more and releasing a moan at the way you tense up again. His cock wildly twitches as your pussy hugs only half of his length. Your moan comes out whiny, and he watches the way you bury your face into the pillow.

He rubs again against your back, encouraging you to relax.

“You can take it,” He says sweetly, pushing past the way you clench around him and pressing in further. “you’ve done it before.” He continues, listening to you pant into his pillow and resist the urge to pull away from him.

“Goddamn, so good.” He compliments you upon bottoming out. He can feel your body adjust to him and it’s entirely overstimulating, still, he pushes past the feeling and holds himself in place. “Taking all of it like this, shit.”

He struggles not to call you pet names at this moment, opting instead to continue that massage against your lower back until your walls unclench and ultimately, move yourself against him. The moan he lets out this time is ungodly, and it’s like that one movement from you unleashes his control and in an instant he’s pulling out and slamming back in again.

The room that was just small pants and moans has now become that of the sound of slapping, moaning, and practically crying out of pleasure.

You can’t help the feeling inside of you, a specific type of feral that drives you to meet his hips each time he fucks in, and moan each time his cock hits that same spot his fingers were toying with earlier. That hand on your back helps none by now, as you continuously feel yourself be stretched open by him.

He fucks so deeply, so roughly, and you can’t help but love the difference now between him and Vernon. Which, yeah, Vernon is great with his cock but you’re usually the one riding him to high hell. Seungcheol is really giving it to you right now, making sure you feel every inch, every twitch, every goddamn vein that pulses against your g-spot.

You really can’t help it, when you lift up entirely, forcing that hand on your back to wrap around your middle, up until that same hand grips your tit and he’s sinking lower on his knees to fuck up inside of you.

You stay like that, reaching your arms behind him and pulling his head forward, up against your ear as your entire body shakes at each thrust. There, he talks, and he talks, and he doesn’t fucking shut up. You don’t want him to.

His voice is raspy, out of breath, and super deep. It wasn’t like this the first time you fucked him, and maybe that’s because neither of you felt entirely too desperate for the other. Right now though? With him pleading for you to bend back over, but still holding you tightly against his chest? You know it’s because it slows his pace down, and he wants to fuck hard right now.

“No,” You smile through a moan as he slides in and out of you. “I can feel it more like this.”

That alone is enough for him. He wants you to feel all of him. He wants you to be the one calling when you’re horny.

“Call him,” Seungcheol rasps out, not once stuttering his pace as he continues to plunge himself deep into you. “It’s only fair.”

And you know, if your phone wasn’t across the room with the rest of your clothes, maybe you would.

#seungcheol smut #seventeen smut #[sleepover]#[seungcheol]

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soxcietyy · 8 months

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Cat and Dog

Yuta x fem reader

Yuta finally decides to let you top him for once and you don’t seem to phase his at all. So he decides to be polite and show you how you truly dominate a person and have them submit to you.

tw:sucking, slapping?, degrading, dirt talk, bitting, overstimulation, pounding, humiliation

This was the first time Yuta has agreed to let you be dominate in bed. It was something you’ve been asking for for a while now and he simply said no. Something about it making him feel less masculine and hurting his ego. He only agreed because you told him you would stop bugging him if he did.

So now you had him in bed in a cute puppy head band and collar. He looked at you in disbelief when you approached him with such thing but let you put it on him. To make him feel less embarrassed you put on some cat ears. When he asked you why the silly costumes you patted him on the head and simply said Halloween.

"Your worrying for no reason Yuta it’s not a big deal." You said as you sat on his crotch making him grunt.

"I’m not worried, I just know your not going to get much of a reaction from me."

You quirk your brow, leaning over him. "Is that so Okkotsu?" You smile.

The both of you were already undressed so you decided to get right into it. Smashing your lips over his, you kiss him. His soft lips touching yours and his hands caressing your body. As he open his mouth your tongue slipped in just like he would do to you. He tasted like the chocolate ice cream he was eating not too long ago. His hands explored your body, rubbing his hands on anything he could reach. He loved doing this especially on cold nights where he needed to "warm up" his hands. Though what he wanted didn't matter tonight, this was all about you and what you wanted. He was supposed to be an obedient dog after all. Pushing his hands down gently you continue to savor him until you needed air.

Leaving his proximity you rest your back on the back bored. Sitting on the opposite side of you he waited for your instructions. You lift your hand up and curl your finger directing him to come to you. He does so but relatively slow. Obviously he wasn’t that into this play but maybe he’ll learn to like it.

Sitting In front of you he watched as you grab him member. Running your hands all over his cock and balls. You pump him member up and down and you couldn’t help but notice how soft it still was. You continue for a good few minutes trying to get him a hard on but nothing seemed to work. You groan internally, maybe you weren’t good at this.

"Yuta your not hard." You said looking at him.

He slowly averted his eyes away from you, suddenly finding the wall more interesting than the situation right now. "Maybe it takes a bit more to turn me on." He says with an almost panicked expression.

Grabbing him by the collar you yanked him till he was eye level with your crotch.

"Bark."

"Excuse me?!" He says once again baffled.

"You heard me bark if you want the treat in front of you."

"…….woof….." he said with the most straight face.

You let out another loud sigh as you let go of him. You couldn’t force your boyfriend to continue when he was clearly not into it. He slowly sat up and put his hand on your leg for comfort.

"Your just not made for it, your not that intimidating nor well you get it. You wanna see how it’s really done?" He asks.

You gave him a shrug as you sit up from your slouching position. Taking his collar off he puts it on you. He liked how it looked so much better on you than on him. Standing up he stretched his arms up before getting started.

Standing next to the bed he directed you to lay on your stomach with your head on give edge of the bed. You do so and have him towering over you like he usually does.

"Now we can role play as a puppy bullying a kitten. Also when you lick my balls you better do like a cat. Now meow for the treat in front of you." He said as he wiggled his dick in front of you.

Okay now you could see why he was awkward about barking.

"Yuta that embarra-" before you could finish your sentence you felt something hard smack your across your face. Blinking blankly you turn back to see it was his dick that smacked you. Opening your mouth to say the same sentence again you get stopped at the same syllables by the smacked with his cock.

Clearly this was payback and clearly he was going to continue this until you meowed at him. Taking a deep breath you look at him and let out a quiet meow.

"Such a good obedient kitty." He said as he lifted his dick up to shove his balls in your face. Hesitantly you stick your tongue out and lick his balls. Looking up at him for feed back, he gave you a smile of approval. You continue doing so and suck on it a few times. Playing with the sack in your mouth. You could hear some satisfying huffs coming from him until he decided to switch things up and put the tip of his cock in between your juicy lips.

"Beg for your treat"

You gulp the last of your integrity you had in you.

"Can I please have your fat cock in my mouth? I need it more than you think. I want it so ba-" not letting you finish another sentence he shoved it in. It seemed like today he was impatient. Moaning with your mouth full you hallow your cheeks while taking him. Slobbering all over his cock until it was wet. He gripped your hair pushing your head in and out of his cock. Groaning every time he pushed you all the way down to his base. The gagging and choking noises made him want to torture you more but he decided he wanted to fuck you fully aware and not air headed. Letting you go your head falls over the edge of the bed as you catch your breath.

Pushing your back on the bed fully, he wiped the drool off your face and wiped it on your soaking cunt.

"Does this kitty want to be dicked down?"

You nod as you sat back up.

"Then why doesn’t this kitty show this puppy how a cat looks like when it’s in heat?"

You mentally groan of embarrassment as you position yourself. Your knees together, your ass up in the air and your waist arching. Wiggling your behind to him, flushing of embarrassment.

You can hear him chuckle causing you to roll your eyes. He clearly saw this as a joke but didn’t care to end it.

"Alright alright I get it, you must excuse this poor puppy though because he doesn’t know how to stop when he’s told." He said as he spreads your folds.

He knew very well how to stop but he was just trying to play it off as role play.

You felt as something warm and moist slipped in you. How it moved in and out of your trembling body. How his fingers rubbed against your clit. You groaned finally being able to feel a bit of pleasure from this whole situation. You grind onto his face wanting more of the pleasure. God why was he so good with his tongue. He was going all in with the slurping, tongue fucking and clit rubbing.

You whined as you felt yourself getting closer. He knew exactly what those noises meant too so he stoped.

Standing up he put his dick in your entrance and leaned forward to look at you by pulling your hair back.

"Look at this dumb little pussy getting taunted by a puppy. Are you going to fight back or give in to me? Though I think I already knows the answer to that." He said as he smacked your went cunt. You jolt at the sudden touch.

"Okay I get it Yuta please, I can’t take your little game anymore." You say breathing heavily.

"Game? Im just trying to show you that your all mine and I’ll always be the dominant one in our relationship. I’ll do all the work and you just worry about looking pretty for me. Cant wait to fuck this kitty dumb."

He slides into you slowly stretching you out.

"Such a helpless little kitty, so dumb for agreeing to letting a puppy show you dominance. You wanna know how dogs show dominance? They ignore commands and they bite with there sharp teeth." He said fully slamming into you as he pushed your head onto the mattes.

"Iv been waiting to fuck the shit out of you since forever." He said running his hands through his hair as he went in and out of you.

You moan as he quickened his pace. Have you been riling him up unknowingly? What made him all of a sudden go off on you like that? Why was he hitting your sweet spot over and over again all of a sudden?

His dick hit deep inside of you repeatedly. The lack of air you were getting was making you light headed and the pleasure was crazy. The sloppy smacking, his groans and moans. The way he has you pinned down and the way he spoke to you had you speechless.

"Yuta slow down please it’s too much." You cry as he rammed into you. And just like that he bit into your shoulder. Not enough for it to hurt bad but enough to leave a mark and get a reaction out of you.

You let out a half cry and half moan as he dug his teeth in. He continued to drill your insides even if you attempted to crawl away. grabbing your arms he pulled it back and held your fist that had balled up the covers and continued pounding you until you saw starts.

Your mind went blank and you couldn’t figure out what was happening. All you knew was that he wasnt going to stop anytime soon and all you could do was let out a loud moans as your body twitched on its own. He still had his teeth in your skin and held you tight as if he was afraid something might take what is his. He kept penetrating you bruising your cervix. At some point it all became to much for you that you blacked out.

Next thing you knew you were waking up with Maki putting her hand over your head. There was no way that was all a dream. Looking around everything looked neat and organized. Yuta sat on the bed looking at you.

"You okay? You apparently passed out all of a sudden." Maki said looking at you concerned.

Turning around to look at Yuta, you see him looking at you with the most guilty look ever. Maybe it wasn’t a dream after all.

#yuta okkotsu #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu x you #okkotsu yuuta x reader #yuuta x reader #jjk second years #jjk movie #jjk x y/n #jjk 0 movie #jujutsu kaisen #yuta okkotsu x y/n #yuta okkotsu smut #jjk kinktober #jujustsu kaisen x reader

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gildedphoenix · 18 days

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Fire Escape - Dead on MAYn Day 1

Prompts uses: -Courting rituals -Flickering -Dinner interrupted by a fight -“Are they gone yet”

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Not beta read. 6k words. Jason has a stressful day and shares dinner with his downstairs neighbor, Danny. The following week, Danny leaves something for him. A courting ritual between busy, stressed disasters.

AO3: Fire Escape Dead on MAYn Blog @deadonmayn

Fire Escape

Life as a vigilante was stressful. Their world was not always easy. Cases did not always wrap up nicely in thirty minutes with everyone skipping off, hand in hand.

This was definitely one of those bad days.

A child trafficking case, after dragging on for the last 3 months, ended horribly. The head of the ring got away before Hood and Nightwing could to box him in. Most of the kids were already gone, whisked away to another location while Jason and Dick were fighting to reach them. And the kids they were able to find? Jason took a deep breath. This wasn’t a night he would be able to forget anytime soon.

He wouldn’t be sleeping tonight so after Dick left, Jason cooked. He made chicken and bacon stuffed shells with a creamy marinara sauce. The recipe always took forever but it was a welcome distraction. Jumbo shells, chicken, bacon, broccoli, cheese, and sauce and a dozen other components to prep and cook. No time to think of anything else.

Two hours later, Jason was still wired, but he had stuffed shells. Enough for his whole family, if he was honest with himself. Enough to feed those kids who didn’t make it. Enough to fill the stomachs that hadn’t been full in so long but would never be hungry again.

Jason was broken out of his despair by a noise on the fire escape. His gun was in his hand without conscious thought. Slow, steady steps took him closer to the window until he could see the potential intruder.

Jason's shoulders dropped back down as he spotted his downstairs neighbor outside their window. It wasn’t unusual to see Danny out on the fire escape, one level down. Nothing unusual. Nothing to be concerned about.

Jason reupholstered his gun before Danny spotted him and turned back to the kitchen. They’d introduced themselves when Danny moved in a few weeks ago at the beginning of the fall semester but hadn’t interacted much since then.

Grabbing the casserole dish and an extra plate and fork, Jason stepped out onto his level of the scaffolding and called down to Danny.

“Hey, you want some food? I made too much and can’t possibly eat it all.” Jason set the dish down between himself and the stairs and started in on his own plate.

“Oh my god, Yes! I haven’t had food all day! You are a life saver. A knight in shiny armor.” Danny made his way up the stairs and peeked his head just above Jason’s level. He reached slowly for the extra plate and serving spoon while watching Jason. Jason motioned a little ‘go ahead’ with his own fork and Danny’s face lit up as he scooped a modest portion of shells onto his plate. “I was stuck in meetings all day. The council just wanted to drag everything out and every issue solved spawned two more. And it’s not even like they listen to me,” he stopped, eyes wide and he put the serving spoon back in the dish and looked intently at his own plate. “Not that they would. You know. I’m just a,you know, just an intern. I’m not even paid. Just an unpaid internship. Yep. I’m just there to take notes and get college credit. I’m an engineering student at Gotham U.” He glanced over at Jason, eyes a little panicked as he tried to sell his obvious lie. “But I don’t wanna bore you. You probably have a real job with real stress. I’m just an intern student. Aaaaaaand I’m gunna stop rambling now and go eat. Yep. Thank you.”

Danny clammered back down the stairs (and Jason could swear he missed that last step based on the noises) before settling down against the wall next to his window. With a chuckle, Jason took another bite of his food. “You’re right, my job is stressful. That doesn’t mean you’re day can’t be stressful too, though. Stress is relative. We all handle it differently. It’s how I ended up making too much food. I’ve got a big family and I just went on autopilot and before I knew it I’d made enough to feed them all, even though none of them are over tonight. It’s still a nice way to decompress. I’ll give them a call tomorrow to see if any of them want some but this dish is better fresh.” He leaned back against his own wall, eyes closed, taking in the steady constant noises of the city. The chatter of Crime Alley and the more distant rumble of Gotham. It was several minutes before Jason heard Danny call up again.

“This is amazing. I don't think I’ve eaten anything this good since….Actually never. I definitely can’t make anything like this and my parents didn’t really do home cooked meals.”

Jason glanced down through the grates and Danny was scraping the sauce off the plate onto his fork. Jason decided to show some mercy before the poor guy started licking the plate. “Feel free to grab more. I’m not gonna eat this all and my siblings should have clairvoyantly known I was cooking if they really wanted any.” Jason chuckled a bit but it also didn’t seem that unrealistic.

“Thanks! I’m going to be full for a week after this.” Danny popped back up the stairs, his face lit up in joy, as he pulled the dish over to him, spooning out a full plate of shells this time. “I guess their loss is my gain.” He went back down to lounge against his own wall.

An easy silence fell. The noises of the city a distant juxtaposition to the bubble they had created. Just two people enjoying food. Enjoying a little down time. Enjoying peace.

****

A few days later, Jason came home to a surprise. He didn’t expect to really hear from his neighbor again beyond the occasional waves and hellos they had previously established. Just the coming and going in the stairs or passing on the street. But there on the outside of his window was a sticky note. Black with tiny nebulas, Jason’s name was scrawled with silver glitter gel pen and an arrow pointing down.

He opened the window and looked down to see if Danny was out, Jason spotted a ziplock bag full of cookies and a thermos. With Danny nowhere in sight, Jason inspected the note again and on the other side was more writing.

“I can’t cook anything near as good as what you made, but these are my favorite cookies from the bodega by campus. I like them with cardamom tea.”

Jason opened the bag and caught a whiff of the cookies. He had fully intended to run them through a spectrometer but the enticing scent of ginger snaps and some urge deep within his soul overrode his caution. He took a small bite. And they were delicious. The spices were deep and warm. The molasses earthy. Setting them aside for a moment, he opened the thermos and took a tentative sip. The tea was still warm and lightly sweetened. The sharp spices of the tea playing well off the warmth of the cookies.

He’d never had anyone leave him offerings like this. The thought stopped him for a moment.

Gifts. Not offerings, gifts. He shrugged and grabbed a book from his TBR shelf. Settling in with the cookies and tea to relax before he had to go out for patrol. His mind was distracted by stray thoughts of what he might be able to leave his neighbor in return.

****

Danny hated his teachers. He hated this city. He hated his creaky apartment. Though he didn’t mind the eye candy of his upstairs neighbor when they passed on the stairs. And if Danny turned around once in a while to watch Jason go up the stairs and enjoy the view? Well that was just the payment he deserved from the universe for the elevator always being out. There were other perks too, Danny decided thoughtfully. He and Jason had been leaving each other little offerings on the fire escape and it had become the best part of Danny’s day. It wasn’t every day, maybe more like once a week. But the joy he got when there was a little package outside his window? Unparalleled. As if matching Danny’s galaxy post it note energy, Jason left notes with his gifts on stationary that looked like old parchment paper, quotes from classic authors printed along the bottoms. Just a little explanation of what the gift was and where it was from. Or sometimes, if it were a homemade dish, Jason would include where he’d got the recipe from. Danny was on the look out for a larger notepad that was still space themed. He found he was running out of space on his post its and using two seemed like trying too hard, as if going out and buying all new stationary wasn’t also trying too hard. But Jason didn’t have to know it was new. Danny could have already had this.

To Danny’s joy, there was a take out box outside under his window today. No Jason to be seen, but they rarely made it outside at the same time. Their schedules rarely lined up.

“I found a new korean place over off Vermont St. I got you some char sui pork buns. I hope they help tonight while you’re studying for finals. The things you’ve left for me have always made my evenings better. -Jason”

And at the bottom, the little book quote read “‘Why did you do all this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’ ‘You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.’” -Charlotte’s Web

What had started as a simple shared meal from Jason making too much food after work had become the best part of Danny’s week. And it seems like Jason might feel the same. A lovely give and take of food offerings. A courtship. Or at least, Danny liked to think of it that way. But even just simple friendship was a welcome feeling. At least now he knew Jason also liked their little dance and this wasn’t out of some misconstrued obligation. And Jason even remembered that he was a student and that it was finals week. That extra thought had Danny blushing as he took the buns to his kitchen counter and stuck the note on his fridge with a comet shaped magnet. Danny kept all the notes Jason left. Luckily the fridge couldn’t be seen from the window because otherwise Danny would die (again) of embarrassment. As it was, he simply enjoyed his dinner while rereading Jason’s words.

****

“Wait a minute” Dick interrupted Jason’s story description of Danny’s most recent gift of curry and boba tea. “So you and this guy-” “Danny,” Jason corrected. Dick nodded, a conspiratorial smile growing. The kind of smile your brother gets when he stumbles across potential blackmail material on you. “So you and Danny” Jason did not like that tone, “have been leaving gifts outside each others windows.” Jason nodded, “Every week, or MORE,” Dick looked pointedly at Jason for confirmation, to which Jason nodded again. “And you FINALLY tell him that his gifts ‘make your day better’ and you use the page with a quote from Charlotte’s Web about FRIENDSHIP?”

“What’s the matter with that? It’s not like I picked it specifically. It was just the next page.” Jason was beginning to regret sharing this joy with his dick of a brother.

“Ok, So.” Dick threw his arm around Jason’s shoulders, “We need to either work on your delivery, or get you some stationary with better quotes. You’re clearly over the moon about this guy-” “Hey, what makes you say that? I just- It’s- I…”Jason stuttered, trying to gather his scrambled thoughts. “Having something to look forward to after I get off patrol is nice. And having someone go out of their way to do that for me…”

Dick really looked at his brother. It wasn’t often that Jason managed to look small these days. But there he sat, shoulders hunched, fingers fiddling with Danny’s most recent note. It wasn’t a sticky note size, but a small half page. Very much like Jason’s own notepad with the quotes from famous authors. He was absentmindedly folding the paper back and forth, making lines from star to star among the constellations decorating the page. “Jason,” Dick dropped his teasing tone and waited for his little brother to look up. “It sounds like you’ve got a good thing going here. I wouldn’t want you to mess it up by being impatient. You laid out your cards, in a small careful way, and you received something in turn,” he nodded to the creased note. “Keep taking those steps. I can see how happy this has made you, even as simple as it is. Keep finding things you think he’ll like. Keep leaving your little courtship gifts. And maybe just flip through your stationary and pick the quotes a bit more deliberately,” Dicks eyes glinted dangerously, “You lit’ nerd.” Dick quickly flipped backwards from sitting into several handsprings across the training mat, his maniacal laughter echoing across the cave as he tried to escape the very predictable ire of his younger brother.

“Oh that’s it! You’re in for it now!” Jason rolled up onto the mats to chase Dick, joy in his heart and violence on his mind. Danny’s note settled to the floor, waiting for Jason’s response. “I hope you like curry! I got a medium spicy, but eat it with the naan if it’s too hot. Your gifts are the highlight of my day whenever you leave me something.” And then, hand written at the bottom of the page where Jason’s stationary had quotes, “With all the stars in the sky, and all the people in the world, I’m glad I ended up in a constellation next to you.”

****

“Guys, I’m going to die.” Danny declared and then promptly face planted into Sam’s couch. They were having their monthly catch up dinner and hang out. Sam was attending Metropolis University for Law with a minor in environmental studies. Her parents weren’t happy with her obvious post grad plans, but she was fulfilling their terms of getting a traditional, respectable degree, so they were footing the bill. That included her off campus apartment because no daughter of theirs was about to live in those dingy college dorm rooms.

Tucker was attending MIT while also building a name for himself in the hacker community. Two streams he was desperately trying to keep from crossing, lest MIT expel him on ethics.

Danny, of course, was attending Gotham U for aerospace engineering and astronomy. Their schedules made it hard to find a common evening once a month that they were all free. Danny’s ability to make portals (thanks to a new set of powers and abilities that came with being Ghost King of the infinite realms) made it slightly easier to get everyone in the same room once they found the time. Danny’s muffled voice drifted up from the couch cushions.

“What was that Danny? I couldn’t quite get that through the literal couch in your face.” Sam sassed.

Danny lifted his face from the fluff and whined, “I left Jason the sappiest note and by the time I came to my senses, he had already taken iiiiiiiiiit! And now he’s read it and he hates me and he’s never going to talk to me again or leave me homemade cookies or anything else ever again and it’s all because I read too deep into a quote from fucking Charlotte’s Web!” He flopped onto his back and then slowly melted off the couch, thumping to the floor when Sam pushed him to make room to sit down with her pho bowl.

“Come on man, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” Tucker said. “Tell us what you wrote.” “No.”

“Don’t make me check the security footage. You know we’ve got HD cameras on your place.” Tucker, horrible friend that he was, was already pulling up the footage. The cameras had been installed as a valid security measure but were mostly used to retrieve blackmail footage against Danny by his friends. Danny had a tendency to glow and float as he stargazed on rare clear nights in Gotham and Sam and Tucker gave him no end of shit about it.

“Did you find it?” Sam asked excitedly, crowding closer while holding Danny off with a boot to the face.

“Yep! Let’s see, ‘Hope you like curry,’ blah blah blah, oh here. ‘With all the stars in the sky, and all the people in the world, I’m glad you ended up in a constellation next to me.’ You’re right.” Tucker declared solemnly. “It is bad. He’s never going to talk to you again. He’s gunna move states. Dye his hair. Change his name! You’ll never find him again and you’ll never find love.” Tucker lost his deadpan demeanor and dissolved into laughter.

Danny glared at him and phased the couch out from under him. Tucker hit the floor still laughing and didn’t stop.

“Captain Chuckles can stay on the floor, but please re-solidify my couch. I like it to exist in this dimension.” Sam nudged Tucker ever so gently out of the way so that the couch could exist again.

“But really. Was it too much?” Danny asked Sam, since Tucker was clearly just going to be useless.

“I think it was honest and forward. I think if you guys had been going on traditional dates, then it might be too much.” Dannys face fell and his shoulders slumped. “But!” Sam interjected quickly, “That is not what you guys are doing. For better worse, you have some archaic courting ritual going on. You’ve only been exchanging words and gifts. Small offerings of your heart and soul. To give less than your full self in this situation would be disingenuous. I don’t think it was too soon, especially since he initiated the sentiment. Sure, writing down undying love,” Danny and tucker both chuckled at the ‘undying’ part and Sam kicked them both for it, “Would have been too much. But directly stating that you enjoy the little dance you have going on? And that you like him? Nah. I think you did good. Especially since he’s clearly a literary nerd.”

“Yeah” Tucker chimed in, “He matches well with your space nerd!”

“Oh that’s it! You’re in for it now!” Danny rolled off the couch and chased Tucker around Sam’s spacious apartment, promising to freeze him to the ceiling once he caught him.

****

Jason decided to take a night off patrol. Nothing major should be going on tonight. The Alley could do without him being a helicopter parent for one evening. He wanted to make a more involved meal for Danny. There was a good chance that they would see each other tonight. Jason had connected some dots and realized that Danny, the beautiful face and soul that he was, liked to stargaze on clear Gotham nights. This would be the first clear night in weeks and there was no way that Danny would miss the opportunity.

So Jason got started early. Rissoto didn’t look fancy but it took skill to get right. The results, when done right, were amazing. Jason had also picked up a bottle of wine. Call it wishful thinking, but he hoped Danny would share it with him and they might sit down and really get to know each other. That would be nice.

****

As Jason stood, stirring his hopes and risotto, Danny was one floor down trying not to burn the entire building down. This was his fourth night trying to make the same thing. He’d watched so many videos. So many tutorials. All of them said this could be done by a beginner cook if they just followed the steps. None of them really sold how difficult it was though. Someone needed to start a cooking channel where an average person tried to follow these recipes.

The first attempt, several nights ago, ended in him realizing that he could not melt sugar on top of a creme brulee in a plastic ramekin. Fire plus plastic is bad. That was the first batch ruined.

The second batch didn’t set in the oven. Which didn’t make sense because he’d done everything the same as the first batch, which had turned out fine.

The third batch, he turned the oven up just a but realized while he was cleaning up egg shell that he’d never actually put eggs into the second batch. By the time he got the third batch out of the oven, they were horribly over cooked.

For the fourth batch, he laid out all his ingredients, portioned and in order of use. Set his oven back to the right temperature and gave an offhanded prayer to Clockwork for proper timing.

The timer dinged, the custards wobbled ever so slightly and Danny about collapsed with relief as he got them safely removed from the oven and set on his counter. He took a moment to contemplate how he’d ended up cooking the same dessert four nights in a row. These were way too complicated for him. But he’d done this to himself. He’d looked up “impressive desserts to make for your date” and Creme Brulee topped half the lists. Last step was to toast the tops with a micro torch after they cooled.

Danny returned to his homework while he waited.

****

Jason opened his window, two servings piping hot seafood risotto plated and ready. He’d heard muffled cursing from downstairs, so he knew Danny was home. Most likely cursing one of his professors. Jason left the bottle of wine just inside his window. He was hopeful that the evening would go well but no sense in being presumptuous. He wasn’t even sure if Danny liked wine, or drank at all!

Starting down the fire escape, Jason was surprised to see Danny already out. He was peering into the eyepiece of a telescope muttering to himself. Danny did talk to himself a lot now that he thought about it. Not wanting to startle him, Jason waited on the upper level of the fire escape and simply watched. Admired the object of his affections these past months. It was odd to think how much they’d both put into the relationship so far for how little time they’d actually spent together. Danny sat on the stairs in his Nasa hoodie and some Justice League pajama pants, which caused Jason to chuckle quietly to himself.

Sitting next to Danny was an open notebook, Danny’s chaotic handwriting scattered over the page along with some very precise charts. Jason almost didn’t believe they were hand drawn except that they were penned in the same aggressively bright neon green sparkly gel pen as the chicken scratch writing. What a strange dichotomy. Next to the notes sat a tray with two ramekins of creme brulee. As Dannys hand moved down to make some notes Jason noticed several bandaids with burns peeking out from under them. Had Danny made the creme brulees himself? He’d mentioned a few times that he was hopeless in the kitchen. Had he gone to all that trouble and apparently pain, to make something for Jason?

For no particular reason, Jason needed to clear his throat, which startled Danny of his concentration trance. “Oh! You’re here!” Danny said. He capped the eyepiece and looked around. “I made you something. You’re always making things for me and I’ve just been buying things so I wanted to put more work into your gifts. So I made these. For….For us. I was hoping you’d eat with me? I waited out here for you. Also it was a great night for some stargazing so I was just doing that while I waited, of course, because sometimes you come home really late. Not that I’m watching you!” Danny’s hands came up defensively, a blush coloring his cheeks as he rambled. Eyes darting away, he started clearing off the stairs for them to sit. Moving his notebooks and the creme brulees. Jason just smiled at the disaster he was already half in love with. He couldn’t wait to learn all of Danny’s quirks and habits. Would he always ramble on or was this just jitters? Would Danny’s face light up the same way every time Jason came home from patrol? He hoped so. He wanted to make this work. He wanted to come home to that face.

“I’m actually really glad you’re out here,” Jason said, saving Danny from himself. “I’ve seen your telescope and noticed that you like to come out on clear nights. I was hoping you’d have dinner with me again. I made seafood risotto. It’s shrimp and muscles. Would you like some?” Jason presented the plates to Danny as he came down the stairs.

“Yeah. I’d love to have dinner with you. I like any food that doesn’t try to eat my back. I don’t think I’ve ever had risotto. Let me just finish moving my junk.” He smiled as he set everything off to the side in a pile.

Jason settled down and handed one of the plates and a fork over to Danny. “How has school been going? I think you mentioned you were going for engineering?” Danny nodded. “What made you pick Gotham U? Most people are trying to leave the city, not come here.”

“Oh, that’s easy. But two reasons really. First, Gotham U has the Wayne Tech scholarship program and the great internship programs. I’ve also heard hush-hush rumors about some great job opportunities that recruit from Wayne Tech. If it’s true, I want to be here.” Danny gazed up longingly at the sky. Wayne Tech of course had partnerships with NASA but that was a well known connection. It wasn’t hush hush. The only thing Jason could think of that Danny would be alluding to would be jobs on the Watchtower. They did hire civilians, but the Justice League hand selected the best of the best. Bruce and Lucius kept their eyes out for those people. Not that he supported nepotism, but Jason wouldn’t mind making sure Danny’s name got added to the hat once he was ready.

“The other reason,” Danny said, breaking Jason out of his future planning, “is that Gotham is the only city I could find with even half the amount of crazy as Amity, my home town. We had some crazy super villains and after growing up with that daily madness, I can’t settle down in a peaceful city.” He took a moment to savor the food, bliss coming across his face. It made Jason want to make more food for him. Jason wanted to bring him that joy again. To provide for Danny and take care of him. “This is really good! I love your food. Best thing I’ve ever had every time. I just hope what I made doesn’t give us both food poisoning.” “Hey, I’m sure it’s great. Did you burn your fingers making that? I saw the band aids. Even if you need chaos, I’m sure you don’t need to make more by burning yourself making dessert. Just walk through the alley in the daytime and I’m sure you’ll get enough excitement.”

“Nah, Muggers are small potatoes.” Danny contested. “Most exciting thing that can come of that is Red Hood showing up. And I’m typically not out while he’s patrolling. Hood keeps most of the rif raf out of the area, so I generally feel safer here than the rest of Gotham.”

“Hmmm. So Hood is doing better than the bats and birds? I’m sure Batman would love to hear that.” Jason bumped Danny’s shoulder playfully. “Since you’ve been here for a few months now, do you have a favorite bat or bird?”

“Red Hood.” Danny said quickly and decisively. “Definitely Red Hood. Not only does he have his area on lock down, so much so that even the other Bats stay out. Black Mask? Nope. Traffickers? Gone. Most violence? Low level. I know some of the bigger name rogues will ignore all the boundaries but they’re really not known for following the rules so they don’t really count. And also he’s….” Danny stopped abruptly, a blush coming over his cheeks. “But what about you? You grew up here. Who’s your favorite?”

“That’s a hard choice. I remember when it was just Batman and Robin OG. So I would say it was original Robin, then Nightwing, but then he abandoned us for Bludhaven. Now It’s probably BlackBat. Though the current Robin is also doing a great job. He gets a lot of shit for being so young and violent but what do people expect? Of course he’s violent. Being Robin is not easy. It’s- And now I’m rambling on.” Jason chuckled. “BlackBat. She’s my favorite. For now.”

“Hmmm. I haven’t heard a lot about her. It makes sense since what I have heard is that she’s the stealthiest of the bats.”

Some time during the conversation they had relaxed, no longer holding a strict gap between their bodies. Forks clinked as they sat shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip on the narrow fire escape staircase. A peaceful silence fell around them like a cozy blanket.

“Can I try one of the creme brulees?” Jason asked, having finished his food already. “I would hate to see all your hard work, pain, and suffering go unappreciated.”

“Sure, but you’re taking your life into your own hands. Just do me a favor and lie to me about how good it is.” Danny passed one of the desserts and a small spoon over to Jason. Their hands touched and they both paused, but neither pulled away.

A gentle smile grew on Jason’s face as a blush returned to Danny’s cheeks but still neither pulled away. The world seems to pause around them, allowing them this moment. The soft light coming from the windows flickered….and then went out.

“Um…What just happened?” Danny asked, looking around. The ambient glow of Gotham still loomed in the distance but most of the closer lights had gone out, just street lamps remained. Down at the end of the street, a red glow flickered. The glow of fire. “I gotta go.” They both said at the same time. Their eyes met in the dim light. Shadows made masks on their faces and sudden understanding lit their eyes. A mutual epiphany.

“Be safe.” Danny said to Red Hood. “You too.” Jason responded before darting back up the stairs and into his apartment.

****

Danny’s mind was reeling. How could he not have noticed? All the clues were there in hindsight. The late nights. The tired days. The various bruises and scrapes. Even the vague half answers and glaring lack of personal info in their brief conversations. But in that moment of calamity, Jason’s entire demeanor shifted. His shoulders squared and resolution threaded every fiber of his frame, and what a great frame it was. On the plus side, Danny felt less conflicted about staring at Red Hood’s ass while courting Jason. They were the same ass. The same thighs. The same broad shoulders that Danny had way too many private thoughts about.

Focus Danny!

Once he got into his closet, he transformed. While he no longer shouted “Going Ghost” at the top of his lungs (He was young, leave him alone), he didn’t have any way to dampen the bright flash of light his transformation gave off. So into the closet he went.

Flying through his apartment walls and over the battle zone he quickly assessed the lay of the land. There seemed to be two groups shooting at each other from opposite corners of the street. Behind every available place of cover and down every alley, people were hiding. Sneaking into the intersection from their apartment was Red Hood, also assessing the situation from the ground. His eyes raked over both factions, the civilians, the fire escapes and windows, and even the rooftops. Danny was impressed because few people thought to look up. Danny allowed himself to pop back into the visible spectrum as Jason’s gaze passed over the rooftop Danny was hovering over. Nobody else was looking up. Nobody ever looked up.

Danny pointed at Hood, then at the violence. Then after a pause, pointed at himself and circled his hand around to indicate the surrounding area. He hoped Hood would catch that Danny was going to take care of the civilians and general crowd control. Jason nodded and took out two of his guns, checking the safety and loads before focusing on the task ahead. Danny faded back to invisibility and looked around for the most vulnerable of the civilians to get them out first.

****

The firefight took much longer to handle than Danny expected. He was used to one on one or maybe himself versus a group, but never a gang war like this. Never with so many people. So many combatants. So many innocents in the line of fire.

The noise in the streets had been like listening to a bag of popcorn. Shots overlapping. Echoing endlessly. A constant incomprehensible cacophony of gunfire. As Danny got more civilians to safety, the density of noise began to wane. Little by little the gunfire spread out as Hood disabled the shooters and their weapons until it went from constant noise to just isolated pops to silence.

Danny allowed himself to become visible atop the same roof as earlier when he noticed Jason looking for him once more. Danny held his fist out, thumb to the side, head cocked in question. Red Hood returned the thumb out fist and turned it up briefly, before pointing with his thumb over his shoulder back towards their apartments. Danny turned up his thumb to match and nodded before disappearing and leaving Hood to the mercy of the converging Bats. Danny didn’t even remember them showing up. He was so focused on getting people to safety. He was glad Jason had help though. He sped back to his own apartment to wait. To pace restlessly and hope that Hood hadn’t been hurt.

****

Jason was annoyed. Bruce was annoying for trying to act like he was in charge while standing in Jason’s damn apartment. Tim was annoying, standing off to the side while silently judging Jason’s lack of coffee choices. Oracle was annoying for sending Bats his way when she heard him get winged by a stray round at the beginning of the firefight. He was even annoyed with himself for somehow missing that Danny was apparently a vigilante? Or maybe a rogue? He needed them to leave. He needed to check on Danny. There was clearly some kind of powers involved but nothing to say that Danny couldn’t be hurt. That he wasn’t hurt. He’d seen Danny peek his head around the window frame three separate times before literally disappearing from view each time. Clearly waiting until Jason was alone again to talk.

“Look.” Jason interrupted whatever Bruce was saying. “I’m tired. I was already in for the night before that clusterfuck even began. I need you both out of my place because I have a date with a cup of tea and possibly a shot of whiskey.” Jason stalked over and opened the front door in clear invitation to leave. “Out. And tell O to mind their own business and butt out of my feeds.” Jason continued to motion out the door. Gentleman that he was, he even waited politely until their capes were all the way out the door before slamming it behind them. Jason took a deep breath and turned around as he felt the air shifting.

“Are they gone yet?” Danny asked. His inexplicable white hair from the battlefield was gone but he was floating a couple inches off the floor.

Jason wondered if he knew he was doing it as he walked over to retrieve the bottle of wine.

“Yeah. They’re gone for now. Let’s talk.”

#dead on main #dpxdc #danny phantom #jason todd #red hood #my writing #deadonmayn24 #Not beta read #we die like our boys #courtship rituals #flickering #prompt fill #the word count got away from me #Fire Escape

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serotonins-stuff · 8 months

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✩ ༄ Bakugo Katsuki

~ he can't help but miss you

♡︎Sypnosis: After leaving your place, your bf misses you so much that he can't help but think that he should've stayed. So he calls you. °`♡︎

༄.•°.•Warnings: Phone sex, mutual masturbation,♡︎

After leaving your apartment to go back to his place. Katsuki won't admit he misses you, no matter how many times he scrolls through the cute pictures of you on his phone or listens to the voice messages you've sent him. His pride would never let him admit it.

That is until he calls you at 2 in the morning, breathing heavily and whispering your name. Suspicious noises pouring out from his l lips.

Groggily you rubbed your eyes "Kastkui are you-"

"Missed you " he panted, head lolling backwards, and butterflies invading his stomach just from the sweet sound of your voice. You sounded so cute after waking up.

"What are you doing?" You asked innocently knowing exactly what he was up to on the other side.

"Couldn't stop thinking about your pretty face- shit" he gasped, palming himself through his underwear. He felt desperate to call you at such a late hour. What was he thinking?!.

The thrill turned him on even more and his dick twitched, a dark spot of precum beginning to form on the fabric he was being confined in.

He panicked internally waiting for your response, that was until he heard something from your end. It was your breathing which was also picking up slowly.

"Tell me more" you breathed, fondling your breasts tenderly.

"I wanted to stay-" he said, a soft pink appearing on his cheeks "All I wanted to do was throw you onto the bed and hah~have my way with you"

"Can-can I see you?" He hiccupped, freeing himself of his boxers and his cock sprung to life. Smacking his stomach in the process.

Without saying a word you hung up and called again, his sweaty face coming into view when he answered the Facetime.

"Fuck-" he cursed, looking into the screen to see you sprawled out for him on the bed, your fingers drawing fast circles around your clit through your underwear.

"Missed you too Kat" you gasped, eyes rolling to the back of your head when you inserted 2 fingers. On your screen, you could see him pumping his cock, which was already glistening. He had a fairly fast pace going, occasionally pressing on his tip with his thumb.

"Just like that baby" he groaned "Just like that

Your hand slithered into your panties and soon you were touching yourself to the sound of your boyfriend. Moaning along with him, which drove him up the wall.

He positioned himself upright on his knees. Panting as he watched you work yourself closely. He matched your pace and began thrusting into his hand. His eyes rolled back from seeing your fingers shining with the juices from your swollen cunt.

In and out your worked your fingers, moaning louder with every second that passed by.

"Katsu~" you cooed "I'm close"

"Let's cum together yeah?" He panted to which you nodded fervently.

His hips stuttered and a thick stream of semen shot out of his cock and you screamed his name in pleasure as your orgasm shot through you. Sending forward a wave of pleasure you've never felt before.

You Weren't done yet. You needed more. You wanted him to fill you up and make you his.

"Sit tight," he breathed, almost as if he read your mind. You could hear shuffing from his side and when you looked at the screen he was already wearing his clothes. "I'll be there in ten"

This night was far from over.

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A/n

I am writing my final exams so there will, unfortunately, be slow updates. However I will try my best to upload at least once a week!

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#fypage #my hero acedamia #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #mha smut #serotonins stuff

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pseudosis · 3 months

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JOE is a deep man, beyond what may come to the eye he is very in tune with his emotions. Even after losing his family you’d think he’d go all bitter, desolate internally, but in fact he is the very opposite with you.

He makes love. He prefers it wholeheartedly. Cherishing even the smallest moments of lifting your legs up to come rest by his ears when he pushes inside you. Tip flush up against your need, the two of you indulging into the sight of his all disappearing behind your clit and it stung.

He cooed words like a sweet melody into your ears to keep you from panicking at the feeling, it was new, but he was willing to explore new together through every step of the way. Through each and every time he feeds himself to your body, his breath hitches erratically, loosing his voice from it being clogged up in his throat.

JOE moves to lean down and kiss you regularly through it, he talks you through it, praises falling from his mouth so naturally like it was some destined second nature. He exhausts his breathing once you clench up snuggly around him, your slick glazing over the surface of his dick was a sight for sore eyes in his opinion.

Your hands running down patterns into his back the faster and deeper he went, nails grazing over ivory skin that was pulled taut over an array of solid muscles. He took a hand of his own to squeeze your face, prompting you to open your mouth to gently spit into.

Pressing his forehead to yours, sweat clung to eyebrows as speeding up had his body working tirelessly on the inside to please, to show his gratitude to you. Climax peaking so fast it caused his vision to swim and his head to spin practically away from coherent thinking. Rambling endlessly about how he so desperately wanted a child running around the house with a huge smile on their face.

A testament and vision of the unconditional love and passion that never ceased to exist, in the form of a baby, with pieces from the both of you that made them unique and special. In only a way you two could understand.

“One wouldn’t hurt would it?”

#{joey}—#joe higan #ninja kamui #joe higan x reader #joe higan smut #{✩*ೃ.⋆𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 🎀}#i bet 100 million dollars he has a breeding kink.

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bro-atz · 6 months

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a virgin's dream

in which: jinsik has even more to learn (wink wonk)

pair: idol!jinsik/afab!reader

word count: 2.3k

content: smut, first time sex, sofa sex, unprotected sex (remember to wrap it up irl!), slight cockwarming?, completely consensual!

author's note: as promised, here's the second part to virgin!jinsik because we definitely developed further than just the bj @eyeryis

tag list: @eyeryis @sinnarols apply for the permanent taglist here! part one | part two

“Baby,” you told Jinsik as you wiped your mouth and stood up. “I’ll be right back, okay? Don’t move.”

“Huh?!”

And with that, you disappeared, leaving Jinsik all sorts of flustered— there he was, naked from the waist down and covered in his own cum. He was panicking internally for about two minutes before you returned. You saw tears prick his eyes and immediately cupped his face, your thumbs wiping the corners of his eyes.

“Where’d you go?” he said, his voice cracking.

“I just wanted to clean my mouth because I wanna kiss you, but I didn’t wanna gross you out since I just gave you a blowjob,” you explained calmly.

Jinsik blinked at you. He never thought about something like that, and he was honesty kind of grateful you did because, you were right, it would have grossed him out a little. You smiled at his adorable face and placed a light kiss on his lips. Jinsik closed his eyes and kissed you back, his nose rubbing against yours slightly as your kisses intensified.

The kisses were nice and all, but to be honest, Jinsik desperately wanted to keep going. He wanted to make you feel good now.

“Y-Y/N, um,” Jinsik stuttered as he leaned away from you slightly. “Please, can we, uh… Can we go further? Can I…?”

“Are you sure? We don’t have protection…”

Jinsik’s eyes trembled as they went wide. He didn’t even think about that. You could see all of the emotions in the world cross his face as he tried to gauge the limited options you had, and you couldn’t help but smile at him. You kissed him lightly and whispered, “Baby, it’s okay if you want to do it. We can do it without protection.”

“A-are you sure? We don’t have to if it’s—”

“I’m sure. I want this as much as you do… I don’t think I’ll be able to curb my lust otherwise. I’m on the pill, so it should be okay.”

Jinsik hiccuped as he replied, “Oh-okay.”

“Only this one time though, okay? We should be safer the next time.”

Hearing you say that there was going to be a next time lit a fire within him. He got so excited that he felt like he was about to jump over the moon or something at that point. Then, his brain died— you started stripping.

You stripped right in front of him, and you stripped so slowly, giving him a tiny little show in the process. This was his first time, after all, so you wanted to do his first time justice.

Jinsik had never seen you naked before, and while you did look somewhat like what he had imagined at some point, he was still not prepared for what you had coming for him. His eyes couldn’t help but lock onto the matching bra and panty set that you (thankfully) wore that day, and he was about to drool just looking at you, just staring at you.

You noticed his dick slowly harden the longer he stared at you, prompting you to tell him softly, “Baby, do you wanna kick your pants off for me?”

It was almost comical the way Jinsik listened to you so fast. His pants went flying into a corner of the room, and his eyes glinted eagerly at you. You straddled him and sat gently on his lap, his rock hard cock pressing against you. It was when you placed your hands lightly on his shoulders did his jaw completely drop.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N, my love…” he murmured, making your face flush pink.

Jinsik’s hands rested on your waist as you brought your lips to his to place a light kiss. Your kisses deepened, and Jinsik’s hands rubbed along your waist, his fingers aching to feel the softness of your skin, making you moan slightly into his mouth. Jinsik felt his dick throb painfully the more you turned him on, and it took everything in him to keep it together just so that he wouldn’t fully obliterate you.

When you stopped kissing him, he let out the most adorable whine that made you, too, want to fuck him fast and hard. But, the reason you kissed him, was so that you could pull his shirt off, revealing his toned torso— and that’s when you realized you actually had never seen your boyfriend naked before until that moment. You were honestly very surprised to see how toned he was, but then again, he was constantly practicing, and his arm muscles were already insane as it is, so why would you expect any less from the rest of his body?

“Oh, God, Jinsik,” you inhaled sharply. “You’re so hot… I don’t think I can control myself.”

“Just tell me what to do, and I’ll do it,” Jinsik responded softly. “Have your way with me, and teach me, please.”

“Okay, then… Take my bra off for me.”

Jinsik promptly did as you asked— well, it took him a second because he was confused by how hooks on a bra worked, but when he figured it out, he pulled at the center of your bra and immediately pulled it off you before tossing it aside haphazardly. The second he got one look at your bare breasts, he nearly drooled and his eyes nearly bore a hole through them. His hands, which were frozen on your waist, moved to your chest with your guidance, and immediately, the boy knew exactly what you wanted him to do.

At first, Jinsik squeezed and kneaded your breasts delicately, but after a few seconds of that, he brought his lips to your nipple and left a light kiss before fully planting on it and sucking painfully on it. Your back arched and pushed you further into him the harder he sucked. Jinsik, as unexperienced as he was, knew how to suck your tits and he knew how to suck them so fucking well because you were steadily losing more and more of your mind. You clung to his shoulders and let out light, raspy moans while trying to make sure you didn’t dig your nails into his skin— you didn’t want to hurt him just yet since it was his first time.

“Baby,” you whispered in between sweet moans. “I want you inside me.”

Blood rushed to several places in Jinsik’s body when he heard you utter those words. He looked up at you, his eyes blurry and dazed as he gave you a slight nod. Sitting up, you moved your panties to the side, positioned him at your entrance, and slowly sat down.

Jinsik wasn’t absurdly large or anything, but he still stretched you out, and he was long enough for his cock to go deep inside you. You gasped and bit your lower lip, leaning your head back as you remained seated and fully savored the feeling of your boyfriend’s cock filling you up.

Meanwhile, Jinsik was seeing stars. He felt like your pussy was molded just for his cock, and was obsessed. His thoughts were getting dirtier by the second, and he desperately wanted to speak his mind.

Your pussy is so hot that I feel like it’s going to melt my fucking dick off.

But, Jinsik couldn’t bring himself to say that. Those kind of words were not in his gentleman’s dictionary. So, instead, he said softly, “You’re so warm, baby. Oh God… I’m melting.”

You brought your head down and looked at him, his eyes half-lidded, and a woozy smile on his face. You felt his hand move from your waist to the back of your head before he guided your head down, his lips meeting yours gently. He kissed you softly, his other hand gripping your waist with a sense of urgency.

Jinsik wanted to be patient. He wanted to take things at your pace, but fuck, he wanted to fuck you. He wanted to see the way your body moved as you bounced up and down on his lap. And, again, he wanted to vocalize these thoughts to you, but his mind was all over the place.

Luckily, you read his mind and said, “I’m going to start moving, okay?”

He gave you a slight nod and moved his hand back down so that both of them rested on your waist. You clung to his shoulders as began to raise and lower yourself at a slower, steady pace, immediately making him moan. He held onto your waist tightly, unintentionally making you clench, causing him to groan in pure bliss.

It wasn’t until you sped up did Jinsik realize that he was not going to be able to hold out the same way he did when you were giving him the blow job. He was already breathless and letting out breathy signs and moans the more you bounced.

You moved your hands to grip onto the back of the sofa, allowing you to bounce your ass rapidly on his lap, his length nearly hitting your cervix in the process. You couldn’t help but let out little cries every time your waist hit his lap, and your cries turned into loud moans when you felt Jinsik thrust up, his waist slamming into yours as he met you halfway.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good— I can’t hold out much longer,” Jinsik said through gritted teeth as he leaned his head back and pressed it against the sofa cushion.

“Cum inside,” you said while panting.

Jinsik responded with a meek nod, his eyes squeezed shut as he did his best to hold out. It was when you held his face and kissed him passionately did his entire body tremble. He pushed your waist down and kept you there as his cock twitched and shuddered, his cum spurting and filling you up entirely. The two of you were breathless as you remained seated, his cum slowly starting to dribble down onto his thighs.

Just as you were about to get off his lap, Jinsik moved you so that he was pinning you down on the sofa, his cock still deep inside you. You stared at him with wide eyes, his eyes dark and lustful gazing right back at you.

“We’re not done just yet, Y/N,” Jinsik said, his voice low.

You felt your fingers and toes tingle with excitement upon hearing him say that. You wordlessly wrapped your arms around his neck and ran your fingers through the hair on the back of his head as he gripped your waist again, preparing to move.

“How are you still so tight?” Jinsik gasped as he slid his dick back and forth inside you.

The sound of his waist hitting yours echoed in the room as he moved slowly but powerfully. You grasped his hair tightly in your fists, moans and gasps leaking out of you like anything. You bit your lower lip to try and keep your noises to yourself, but Jinsik didn’t like the fact that you were biting on your lip so hard that you might’ve actually started bleeding, so he pressed his hands against the sofa right above your shoulders and lowered his head to kiss you, his lips enveloping your lower lip.

Jinsik’s gyrations got stronger, causing you to moan against his lips. Jinsik felt his orgasm approaching once again. He pressed his lips against yours even harder, his cock pushing further and further into you with each thrust. You saw stars flood your vision when he went so far deep and tapped your cervix with the tip, and you moved your head away from him and cried out as you came, your knees and thighs shaking as the wave of pleasure overtook you.

Seeing you on cloud nine because of how well he fucked you made him elated, but it also made him unable to hold his own load yet again. Groaning, he slammed his waist against your buttocks and came in you again, his hot load warming you up.

Moments later, Jinsik collapsed on top of you, his face buried in the nook of your neck. He was still inside you as the two of you shifted and laid on your side, his arms wrapped around your waist as you rested one on his shoulder and the other on the back of his head. His face moved from your neck to your breasts, his nose pressed in between them.

“Mmm, baby, that was amazing,” Jinsik mumbled into your skin.

“You liked it that much, huh?” you asked with a tiny giggle.

“It was perfect. Perfect, just like you.”

You felt your face heat up with his compliment. He looked up at you with the most precious, content smile on his face, his arms hugging you closer to him. You pressed a light kiss against his forehead.

“Baby, I think we should get cleaned up before the guys get home,” you said softly.

“They’ll be out for another hour, Y/N. Let’s just stay here for a bit…”

“No, they’ll be back in about twenty minutes.”

“…We fucked for that long?”

Jinsik looked at you with wide eyes, making you do your best to stifle a laugh. You nodded in response, the boy immediately pulling out and sitting up. He grabbed tissues from the tissue box on the coffee table and cleaned you up first before cleaning himself, his hands moving quickly and hurriedly.

“Let’s take a shower, Jinsik,” you told him.

“T-together?” Jinsik’s face started turning red.

“Yes, together. We don’t have that much time left before they get here.”

“How was it?” was the first thing Minjae said to you and your boyfriend upon returning to the dorms.

“How’d you know?!” Jinsik exclaimed, mortified as he thought Minjae was talking about the fact that the two of you had sex.

“…You told us you were going to watch a movie with Y/N?”

Jinsik’s face went bright red. You cackled and responded, “We ended up watching a drama instead. It was good.”

You felt Jinsik’s eyes land on you and smiled as you gazed into his eyes.

“Really good.”

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mauvecherie-writes · 2 years

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The Art of Eating Pussy.

summary: all lewis wanted to do was show you how you get your pussy ate and cum from it.

pairing: lewis hamilton x black f!reader

word count: 2K+ words

warnings: 18+ NSFW. Minors DNI, dirty talk, cunnilingus, oral sex (fem receiving) hints of Daniel “Spinz” Forrest x You, slight voyeurism, slight exhibitionism.

notes: EDITED with minor additions.

If someone two years ago had told you that you would be sitting on your celebrity crush’s carpet, drinking his wine, playing a game of truth or dare - you would have told them to eat a dick and fuck off.

But no, it was actually real and a part of you was internally panicking - mostly because of the direction of the conversation that the game was leading to. As adults, bored during a rare day off for every one, Daniel had the brightest idea to play truth or dare. For every person who refused to answer a question or failed to perform a dare - a shot of tequila was punishment.

So far, you had chosen to forfeit thrice - with much annoyance to the group as they wanted to know a little bit more of the new addition to the group. But there was no way you were willing to share that the last time you orgasmed was to the thought of the man sitting across from you and that your last intimate physical contact was with Daniel. No one needed to know that.

The round landed back on you and in the back of your mind, you knew you were going to pick a truth. The dares were too much for you to expose yourself in such a way considering how long you’ve known everyone. You were daring - but it was too soon. What surprised you however, it was Lewis asking you the question.

“Have you ever came from just getting your pussy ate?”

Your hand immediately reached out for the shots tray but Daniel pulled it away from you.

“No. You’ve refused to answer every question thus far. You can’t do it again or else you’re out.” Daniel explained which caused you to groan and then pout as you looked at him. He shook his head as he closed his eyes. “No, your puppy dog eyes will not catch me this time. Answer the question.”

You sighed as you leaned back on your elbows and looked at the ceiling.

“No I’ve not cum from just getting my pussy ate.” You answered his question.

“How come?” The curiosity in his eyes made you nervous.

“It’s always been so rushed. Like yeah, you know what you’re doing but you’re not doing it long enough and you’re not doing it the way I want it so I end up not being into it and hoping that it comes to an end. Or they do it because they think it must be done so it’s a chore for them instead of something that they want. It just pulls you out of the experience.”

“I hear you.” Tailey, one of the girls commented before the rest of the women nodded their heads in agreement.

“That’s a shame.” Lewis mumbled as he brought his drink to his lips but his eyes were still watching your body and it hummed from the intensity of his stare. The rational part of you had concluded that this was just the way that he looked at everyone that he was having a conversation with. And because of your attraction to him, your body reacted in accordance.

However, the delusional part of you wanted to believe that he wanted you as much as you wanted him. He was just playing the teasing game, pushing your boundaries as far as they can go. Each interaction leading to a gradual increase of sexual tension left your mind frizzled.

The rest of the night evolved into the sharing of more embarrassing sex stories and more drinking but little by little, people were beginning to leave. But Daniel was your ride and he had long since crushed in one of Lewis’s guest rooms which left you to find your own way home.

“Where are you going?” Lewis asked as he watched you fix the strap of your bag before throwing it over your shoulder. “You don’t need to leave. I have more than enough room to accommodate you.”

“I don’t want to impose on your space. You’ve already been a welcoming host as it is.”

“YN I asked you if you’ve ever cum from just getting your pussy ate. We’re past the stage of feeling awkward in each other’s presence.”

“Well when you put it like that.” You giggled. “I guess you’re right.”

The two of you worked together as you finished cleaning the rest of the mess that had been created. Small chatter was shared but you spent most the time laughing at the little jokes Lewis had to say. He was a bright energy - almost infectious and it did not help you that you had liqueur coursing through your veins.

Your arousal was easily teased just by his mere scent, let alone his presence. You decided to take a break and sit back down on his couch, leaning into the softness of the cushions.

“Why are your cushions so soft?” You moaned softly as your head sunk into them. Your eyes were closed as you basked in the silence before they opened once again to find him kneeling at your feet with that look of intensity on his face once again.

Choosing to ignore your question, he looked up at you from his position.

“Were you really telling the truth when you said you’ve never cum from getting your pussy ate?”

“Why are you so fascinated?” You chuckled as you sat up and looked down at him.

“Because I’ve been wondering who in the entire fuck is stupid enough to get the honour of being in between your legs and doesn’t even try to make you cum in their mouth.” He spoke softly as his fingers drew patterns on the skin of your leg.

“Really?”

“From the moment Daniel introduced you to me, I’ve wanted to explore you in such a way I’ve never had a deep desire to before.”

“Anybody ever tell you that you’re such a poetic.”

“A part of my quirks.” He smiled. “Can I touch you baby?” He asked. “Please let me touch you.”

“Fuck, Lewis.” The tone of his voice had your crumbling. “If we take it there, I don’t think I’d be able to go back.”

“Then let’s not go back.” He replied as he shifted so that he was on his knees and a lot more closer to you. “Let me eat your pussy baby. Let me make you cum all over tongue, I swear it’ll feel so good.”

His breath mingled so close to yours that all you had to do was close the gap in between the two of you and your lips would be locked.

“You promise?” You whispered as you allowed for his fingers come to your inner most thigh.

“Fuck.” He groaned softly as your heat touched his finger tips. “I promise sweetheart.”

With one hand leading his fingers into into your cunt, the other wrapped around his neck, closing that gap. “Yes.”

His hand came and gripped your breast, caressing them before pinching your nipple through the fabric of your dress and you were so glad you chose your Skims dress as outfit of choice - easy access. They hardened instantly beneath his touch and he punched a little harder, his mouth swallowing the sharp intake of breath you let out.

His lips moulded perfectly into yours. Kissing him was not enough, you needed to consume him and be consumed by him. You gasped into his mouth as his fingers slipped into you and softly stroked your walls. You gasped into his mouth as he explored you with his fingers.

“Lewis.” You whimpered.

“That’s it baby. Say my name.” He dragged his mouth across your cheek to your jawline and then down the length of your neck before he pulled the skin just above your breast in between his teeth and sucked. The cry that you let out was all the fuel that he needed.

He wanted you and you were going to offer yourself on a silver platter.

Lewis was back on his knees in front of you but this time, your dress was pushed all the way up to your waist. “You weren’t wearing any panties this whole time?” You nodded your head which caused him to growl. “You’re such a naughty girl aren’t girl aren’t you? Sitting right next to me with your pussy all bare.”

“The lines of the underwear would show on my dress.” You innocently explained which caused the corner of his lip to quirk up.

“Yeah, I’ll take that.” He replied. “Your pussy is so fucking pretty.” He groaned as he positioned your legs the way that he wanted to. Your pussy bloomed like a flower opening up to a spring’s morning. You were dripping and it covered your slits - your scent was intoxicating and the way you looked right now was too enticing. Without a further word, he leaned forward and took your nether lips into his mouth. You had to will your body to calm down but it was just impossible. He dragged your clit into your mouth and sucked.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he ate at you. Rumours spread about the skills of Lewis’s tongue skills and the smallest part of your brain thought them true however you never gave them a second thought. But now as he sucked on your clit, flicking his strong tongue over your clit over and over again - the rumours were confirmed true.

“Oh fuck!” Your inhale was a sharp breath intake as Lewis sucked on your clit as he pushed his legs further apart so that he could get more of you. He strummed your clit with his tongue, causing you to arch your back and push his face further into your sex. Your clit being the focal point of his attention but he never left your opening that was clenching around nothing neglected. His mouth was everywhere as he gave you the pleasure of a life time.

You tried to control your volume but when the man of your dreams was feasting at your pussy like a man starved, it was damn near impossible. Your head finally came forward and your eyes adjusted to the lighting in the room and to your surprise, you caught Daniel from corner watching his best friend eat your pussy.

Instead of being surprised and screaming bloody murder, you dug your nails into the couch and held Daniel’s gaze as your moans left you.

“You’re eating my pussy so fucking good.” You whimpered as you moved your hips to the pace of Lewis’s mouth on your pussy. “Your tongue feels so amazing baby, fuuuccckkk I can’t get enough of it.” The urge of your eyes to roll to the back of your head was strong but the sight of Daniel watching you as he softly jerked himself was too much of a sight to miss.

“Keep it just like that, right there, right there, right fucking there.” You gasped as you alternated between wanting to push his head away or keep him in place. Lewis had lost himself in between your thighs and the more he drank from your cunt, the more effort he put into it.

Along with the feel of Lewis’s lips, watching Daniel watch you was too exhilarating.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” You chanted as your body began to tremble. “I’m coming, baby please I’m fucking coming!“ you squealed. His tongue moved faster against your clit and Daniel’s movement increased. You were more than wet, you were creaming and you were trembling. You knew that your juices were dripping out of you and coating his beard. You had always been a person who needed more clitoral stimulation than anything and Lewis was truly the first person to pay attention to that.

Your sweetness was something Lewis could lose himself in forever. When his frantic licks locked on your cunt, you screamed as you began to gush on his tongue.

“I can’t stop. Oh my god. I can’t.” Your whole body was quaking but Lewis had proved his point. You could cum from just getting your pussy ate and he did it very well. Finally your eyes closed and your body was humming. “Oh shit.” You chuckled into the air as you pushed your hair away from your face and as you tried to control your breathing, from the corner of your eye - you saw Daniel retreat into the shadows.

“I hate you.” You mumbled as Lewis licked his way up your body until you were settled in his arms.

“Why is that?” He questioned.

“Because now, I only want you to eat my pussy and my pussy alone.”

“Well that can be arranged.” Lewis smirked as he picked you up into his arms and began marching to his bedroom …

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phoenixkaptain · 2 years

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Can’t get over Luke fucking Skywalker.

He is in a forest that is filled with ysalamiri that cut him off from the Force, he is surrounded on all sides by Imperials who want him dead, vornskrs who want him dead, and a Mara who wants him dead. His right hand is acting up because he took out a power supply. He has no idea where he is, he doesn’t even know what planet he’s on! Mara has threatened to shoot him, point blank, like four times already.

And he just lays down in the middle of the woods, with only Artoo and Mara to protect him from the bloodthirsty creatures ignoring everyone else to attack him specifically (vornskrs) and is perfectly content. He drifts in and out of sleep. He makes casual conversation with Mara.

Mara is over there like “I know I want him dead, but before I kill him, I’m going to force him to tell me why the fuck he is the way he is.”

Bro, Luke in Heir to the Empire??? Chef’s kiss. He almost gets killed saving Mara from getting killed by a vornskr, he is literally bleeding out, Mara made him drop his lightsaber again, and he has to ask permission to talk to Artoo. And he just, comforts Artoo? Just gives Artoo a lil pep talk? Tells him “Oh, everything looks fine, I’m okay, we can fix everything that broke off of you, we’re all good :)” Luke has his back turned to the woman who has threatened to kill him for breathing, and he’s just throwing out little compliments for Artoo.

Everyone is like: “Luke. We cannot let the stormtroopers and their ship of reinforcements go under that arch, they will kill as all.”

Luke: :D

Everyone: “Okay, we’re letting the stormtroopers and their ship of reinforcements go under that arch, hope you know what the fuck you’re doing, Luke.”

And Luke drops the entire arch on the enemy. He doesn’t even have the Force, he just cuts through stone with his fucking lightsaber without the Force, after being held prisoner for a few days then walking through a deadly forest for a few days.

I’m with Mara, on this one. Why is he the way he is??? Everyone else is like “yo what the f Luke???” and hoenstly, same? Luke just crushed the enemy and is like “Wow, good to see Lando again.”

Mara spends all of her internal monologues going “Why aren’t you panicking??? What is wrong with you??? You should be scared, why are you dozing off???” Luke, meanwhile, spends most of his going “Well, I’m sure it’ll all work out eventually” and “I know that I can do Jedi things, but I’m kind of a dick sometimes, am I doing the Jedi a disservice?” and “Oh cool, Artoo is okay.” Like, come on, Luke, have some concerns about the situation, please, the vornskrs are out for your blood specifically!

Anyway, tldr: Luke is so fucking weird /affectionate

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rollinouttahere-writes · 6 months

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More Little Lucky AU prompts because I want to get these written down so I don't forget them

During the time between encountering Laboon and getting to Whiskey Peak, Lucky follows Vivi around on the Merry while fawning over how pretty her hair is. Vivi almost has a heart attack when Lucky says she "looks like a princess".

Lucky trying to pick a fight with Bellamy because he was mean to her friends.

Kaku straight up kidnapping Lucky when he goes to survey the Going Merry because he got possessed by paternal instincts upon seeing a battered child. Internally panicking on the way back because oh no he did not think this through at all.

Garp being extremely concerned about Lucky being mixed in with a bunch of pirates and his unhinged grandson. He tries to get her to call him grandpa only for her to say no because he beat up Luffy and she's mad about it. Garp is devastated by the refusal.

I have lots of ideas for the Whitebeard Pirates

Marco tells her that Whitebeard isn't supposed to be drinking any alcohol, so whenever she sees him drinking she gets this sad look on her face and asks him why he's drinking stuff that makes him more sick. This doesn't stop him entirely, but he does avoid drinking when she's likely to catch him because her kicked-puppy face makes him feel bad. Marco spoils her a bit every time she says something because this has been a critical success in his book.

Thatch loves cooking/baking with her and teaching her how to make new things. He makes a big deal about every new thing she makes to hype her up and keep her interested. By the time the timeskip is over and the Straw Hats get her back, she has noticeably improved her skills and Sanji is seething on the inside over someone else teaching her.

Izou, bless him, tries so hard to style her hair. Unfortunately, small children are not good at sitting still for extended periods of time so he's fighting for his life trying to finish any complex hair style. Even when he can finish, Ace typically messes it up within the hour with his roughhousing.

Lucky does have her own room on the Moby Dick, but it's debatable if she even knows where it is. She's so used to sharing a room with others that she hates sleeping by herself. Ace's room is her main go to, but she has sleepovers with her other uncles too. Never Whitebeard though. She's afraid he'll roll over and squish her.

Whitebeard really enjoys having a kid so young on board again, he'd almost forgotten how fun that age was. Lucky climbs all over him like a human jungle-gym and he just lets it happen while trying to maintain his tough guy facade.

#lucky break #little lucky au

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reality-exodus · 1 year

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Time is running out

Pair: bat family x reader sister

Summary:Based on an old edit I discovered. Batman gets kidnapped and his children are trying to solve the mystery of his disappearance.

Warnings: blood, injury, trauma, cursing, triggering language

Edit: credits to them creator (the picture underneath my edit) https://youtu.be/pRuMwQAIVbI

I think I'm drowning, asphyxiated

I felt my heart skip a beat and my breath coming out shallow, I couldn't take my gaze away from the CCPD footage that was sent to the Bat-computer. Suddenly I felt like a little girl again. Watching something a child shouldn't have to witness, I felt a hand squeeze my shoulder pull me closer, I could tell it was Jason, it was too tight considering what we were seeing. He pulled me closer to him. There was silent in the cave, we were frozen, only our breath echoed.

"We have to trace it…" it was Dick's voice. "Tim Barb, do something" he exclaimed approaching Damian whose eyes were stuck on the screen as well.

I wanna break this spell that you've created, Your something beautiful, a contradiction

Bruce was laying still, many open wounds flooding with blood, we couldn't sense any movement, or see if he was breathing his suit devices that connected him to the Bat computer were destroyed as a laugh was heard in the background. It wasn't from the camera, I came to our comms… I knew that laugh, I despised that laugh… But the same time, I had so many memories of him, unfortunately good.

"Joker?" Damian asked and looked at us, his voice was shaking, I really didn't see that coming.

"Close enough, it's his creation, Jerome… this is Jerome. I would recognize his laugh anywhere…" I explained, I felt eyes on me, they knew it wasn't a pleasant subject for me, it hadn't taken me time to get over the fact that I was used by a psycho.

"How can it be Jerome, (Y/N), he died in case you do not remember…" Jason demanded looking down to me.

I wanna play the game, I want the friction

"I do not know Jason!" I exclaimed and swallowed "But this. Is. Jerome" I spoke and turned on my comm

"What the hell do you even want!" I exclaimed in the communication.

The laugh kept going without responding to my question, Barbara and Tim were typing, Tim signed to keep him laughing and talking so they could track down the signal. "What can be touched but can't be seen?" He asked me, it was his voice as I couldn't comprehend what was happening, this was a riddle I realized.

"Future, what of the future" I asked again trying to sound tremendous and firm like Batgirl would but miserably failed…

"It is a crime if attempted but not if committed" he spoke again, there was static in between, I couldn't make out an answer I was looking at Jason and Dick panicking internally. "Tik tak, clocks ticking. Ten… nine…" he started the countdown. We had no idea what would happen if he reached zero…

"Suicide!" I exclaimed out of the blue holding in my breath. The boys were staring at me, and so was I.

He laughed for a few seconds "What can be touched but can't be seen?" He asked me again and I let out a shaky breath. I was trying to ponder, think I couldn't make out a word, henstarted counting down again, and then his laugh became louder and louder.

"Now you brought this to the big bat" Jerome laughed, "Who makes it, has no need of it. Who buys it, has no use for it. Who uses it can neither see nor feel it. What is it?" He asked finally asked and I felt my eyes tear as i knew the answer. "You have about an hours before he runs out of air" there was another serious voice speaking now.

"He will bury him alive" Dick realized, I don't think either if them could tell the voice change.

"Tell where he is you son of a bitch" Jason yelled loudly, snatching the comm from my hands. The comm stopped working.

"Do we have anything?" He asked and turned at Oracle and Red Robin.

"I will have the location of the comm in some minutes" Tim informed us and I looked around breathing shallow.

"I got him killed, if the riddle was correct the second time, we would know more of Bruce's whereabouts…" I spoke in realization.

You will be the death of me

"Hey hey no, (Y/N)" Jason approached me and Dick did too.

"Yes… yes I did…" I yelled at him

"(Y/N) Don't do that;" Dick yelled while I was speaking

"He is going to suffocate to death and it's all on me" I yelled pushing him back

"Guys both shut up" Jason made an effort while all three of us were yelling at each other.

"SHUT IT " Barbarian yelled "The footage was recorded half an hour before it was sent, it wasn't a Livestream we have serious work to do." She exclaimed pulling us back to reality "Bruce is already buried based on what Valeska said" she pointed out as she looked at me.

"How can we know that he was speaking truthfully?" Damian finally spoke, his voice had eased from before.

"We don't, the tracking of the comm is being fulfilled at the moment" Tim replied and sighed

"It is not Valeska, I mean the voice is, but the last part, his voice changed… can't we like, rehear it" I asked and she put it on screen. I approached and dragged then recording of the comm to the end. "Here. Listen carefully it was the moment we were shouting" I explained and I sat down at the recording. Dick was above having his hand reassuringly on my shoulder, I was grateful for my brothers, and for Barb, and Steph.

"You are right" Barbara confirmed it and there was a notification sound. "We have coordinates, get ready and leave, I'll be having your back, sending them to you now it's in Iceberg Lounge" she informed us.

"To sum up we have Riddle and possibly Clayface…" I spoke as I approached my belt tied it around my waste as I put on the hood and then jogged to one of the motorbikes to drive as Tim did the same.

Jason cursed under his breath and sighed "I am driving, decide who is coming with" he tried to announce but none of us fell for it.

"Pick a ride Todd" I winked at him wearing my helmet, I knew he would ride with me, he had no issue with Tim but let's not get too touchy here. He was concerned about me, Jerome was a trigger for me.

"Okay plan. We need two teams, one to visit the Riddler at the narrows and one to penguin" Oracle spoke up on the comms "Red Hood Batgirl go to the Narrows, Spoiler will be expecting you there, Red Robin, Robin and Nightwing iceberg lounge, Alfred came here we are working together." She explained.

"Alright Copy Oracle" I spoke and turned over the direction and drove. Jason's hands tensed on the back of the bike. I saw it on the mirrors.

"Splitting up the communications. Red Hood, Batgirl and Spoiler you are with me" she spoke "spoiler is expecting you outside the old Thompkins infirmary" she added.

"Wooh feels good being the man of the team" Jason commented as the motorcycle roared throughout the streets of the bad-prestiged alleys.

"Out of the four of us you are the one who behaves most ladylike so…" I pointed out and braked as Spoilered sank out of the darkness on a nearby alley, her iodes suit gleaming at the street lights as well as her blonde curls.

"It's true Red Hood, you are not the man here" Steph poked him and he sighed ready to respond but he was interrupted.

"Spoiler, did you see the video?" Oracle asked.

"Positive, I also thought of Clayface, Valeska can't be alive, besides there was a voice alteration." She remarked and looked at us.

"Let's go in then" I signed and looked at the building moving in from the front door as Spoiler and Red Hood would go from the rooftop, we could use the element of surprise. It was dirty and the humidity was making the atmosphere heavy. I looked around listening to the rest saying they had eyes on me already. "Come out Nygma… I have an answer for you" I exclaimed,my voice echoed out loud returning to me. "The second riddle was heart, to be honest to break my heart, it was a smart move you know… to use him" I spoke loudly and then I heard the Riddler laugh, he appeared behind a pillar, from the dark, the light was dim, but my eyes were used to it.

"You must be the smart one, all batgirls tend to be smart huh?" He asked

"Is that a riddle too?" I asked him

"Oh we know the answer, it's that red head a few years ago." He stated and I rolled my eyes.

"Where is he?" I asked if I didn't know whom I was referring to at that point.

"That's the point of the riddle , Batgirl, you are supposed to solve both of them. Where is Batman buried, and how is Jerome still alive?" He spoke up and sighed. "Must be hurtful to listen to the voice of your beloved after so long … he was asking of you Batgirl…"

I was aware that he was bluffing, that most likely Jerome was still dead, and he was imitated by Clayface, the situation with Jerome almost spilled out of my identity, I felt cold sweat on my forehead. "Oh what to do, if he has anything to tell me he can just as well come and tell me, now back to Batman. Where is he?" I asked him and maintained my cool, I could hear Barbara commenting my heart rate that was speeding up

"Buried" Riddle simply spoke

"Where? isn't there a riddle or something?" I asked tensing, I was negotiating and I had to keep my cool.

I won't let you bury it

"Please you know I wouldn't tell you" he laughed. "At least you will have to earn it"

"How" I asked

"Getting passed the obstacles" he simply said and signed me to look upwards as a bucket of clay fell on me I gasped trying to unstick myself away from the substance I could hear voice through and outside the comms as I was suffocating for a drop of air soon I felt electricity run through me. Spoiler and Red Hood attempted with their teasers to get me out, it was successful.

I won't let you smother it

I breathed out air as the clay melted around me, I was breathing heavily and sighed looking around me seeing the dissolved clay slowly moving again into a mass to form Clayface who laughed.

"Are you okay?" Red Hood asked me and pulled me on my feet, and I nodded

"Is this an obstacle Nygma?" I asked loudly and ready to charge at him.

"You are smart, the obstacles will lead you to your bat and if you are lucky enough he will be alive" he laughed and winked at us and I flinched at the words charging at him instead of Clayface. But one hand got me pulled to a wall the same happened to the rest, I stayed calm this time and threw a cryo bomb while the rest reacted in a similar way trying to break free from the grip of the mutant. I fell on my knees dodging another incoming clay tentacle rolling behind a pillar as i started setting another round of electrocution, I had no visual in Spoiler and Red Hood and how they were doing, I could hear grunts and moans of pain…

"Clear the way!" I exclaimed and got on the battlefield again and aimed at the mass of clay, I saw both of them dodge out of the way as I shot the electrocution cable to him and gave him a shock. It lasted a while as the mutant started melting, there were sparks flying around as I felt the teaser burn in my grip realizing how I was overusing it. Before I decided to set it aside it blew in my grip. I fell backwards, my ears were ringing…there was a blur. I was on my back trying to assess the damage of my body, I breathed and closed my eyes trying to calm down, once I opened them I saw a figure standing above, a gun aiming at me.

I won't let you murder it

Before I could react there was another shot, Red Hood. "Don't you dare to touch her" he yelled as he jumped and spin kicked Nygma in the face, I rolled over and stood up grasping his collar. "Now tell us where Batman is?" I exclaimed loudly and he laughed. Red Hood punched him roughly.

"Where the fun begins you shall find information of his whereabouts" Riddler spoke "But if I stop breathing so does he" he told us and I let him fall to the ground and looked at Spoiler and Red Hood.

"Amusement mile" Oracle spoke up, solving it for us. "Are you guys alright?" She asked and the eyes of the rest fell on me, I looked down at my hands. They were kind of burnt but still functional.

"I am good" I smiled softly to reassure them but I got serious once I heard the location, my gaze turned to the other two, none of us had nice memories from there as I skipped a heart beat and sighed.

"Nightwing, Red Robin, Robin will find you there… everything will be alright." Oracle tried to assure us.

"What did Penguin say to the others?" Spoiler asked changing the subject as we started moving to the vehicle.

"Penguin said that he doesn't know anything he only aided and funded Riddler's idea, he said that many were recruited for this and that it wasn't only for batman, he wants us all down…" she said as we heard a beep meaning that the lines were all connected again

"We are walking straight into a trap" Tim spoke, I heard his sigh.

"We could ask for help" I suggested.

"Negative, i have already requested assistance but the league hasn't responded, I can't track down the Kents or The arrows or anyone… " she added.

"Kids,Master Wayne wouldn't want you to risk your lives on a hunt that may be resultless." Alfred spoke making my heart ache as I heard those words leaving his mouth.

"No!" Damian exclaimed

"I agree with the demon spawn" Stephanie commented "He has done so much for us"

"Risked his life for ours countless times, I know that you Red and Nightwing, you are the most hurt from this… this situation, from him… I do not know where you stand, but I am with them"I added and sighed, I was the third eldest of them and I would protect the kids if Jason and Dick backed down.

"Are you kidding me?" Dick asked through comms.

"You are an idiot Batgirl has anyone mentioned that to you?" Jason asked and sighed heavily looking at me. I couldn't see his expression but I knew he was staring at me with a raised eyebrow.

"No, actually on the contrary I am usually the smart one, and the eldest when I have to cover for you two. I am serious." I explained.

"Well right now you don't have to cover for us." Red Hood spoke and rode the bike as I signed him to ride the bike.

"Of course, whatever it has been done, he saved us too you know, helped us and saved more times than all of you combined… so we won't let him be murdered" Dick spoke up as I rode behind him while Stephanie went on her own. She would go roof to roof.

I took a deep breath. It would be the longest night of our lives, I simply hugged Jason from behind placing my cheek on his leather jacket. I was scared and my brother could tell, I felt him exhale. He remained silent. Jason wasn't the one to tell me a lie just to comfort me.

A/N: I would appreciate your opinion in the comments. Would you like me to continue, it was meant to be a lot shorter but it kind of started good. Thank you for reading <3

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