#i say UH THATS CLOSER TO WHAT I LIKE YES

[brainrotdotorg]

imagine a dashboard for alligators. what do you think that would look like

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🍏gatoridae Follow

Controversial opinion. If you're doing nothing but eating meat, what are you even doing. Remember to include bugs, fruits, and legumes into your diet in order to help aid digestion of the meat that you get from snakes, fish, and mammals.

Just because we have the reputation for eating lots of meat, that doesn't mean we have to stick to it.

🥒biting-you-biting-you Follow

counterpoint: fuit yucky

🪵blog-from-a-bog Follow

wdym reputation of eating meat. i float lik ea log thats what im known for

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🌿swamp-ass Follow

asked dad if i could go and steal some Floridian guy's lunch and he said "we have prey at home" girl we have been doing shit ALL DAY i am an awesome 600 pounds and I need some meat left on me to deathroll with. let me get a quick snack that i don't need to kill mmmmmmm burgers I want people food soooooo badddd....... i know they shouldn't feed it to me but I have such a lovely smile oh please oh please give me your burger.........

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🥗aliali-seeyoulater Follow

mom says it was cold the season she laid me so i have to be a girl. because girls are always born from eggs laid during cold seasons.

cope and seethe mother first of all, second of all, the reason i am transgender is because you kept me too fucking snuggly warm in the nest.

#i guess if you wanted a daughter you should have. idk. made a shittier nest? #thats not really my fault man

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⛰fuckyeahhugesnout Follow

You'll never guess how I just learned that we have the honor of being the "loudest reptiles in the world"

🫑teethem Follow

Yeah yeah, the 90 decibel mating bellow, we've all heard it.

🤢ch0mper Follow

we've all heard the what

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🩲gaytorrr Follow

this guy asked if i wanted to see his gator hole and i said fuck yes. why this boy take me into a 65 foot long hole in the mud at the bottom of the lake

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🏞daily-clawsitivity

✨Remember to take it easy sometimes!✨We thrive in slow-moving waters!✨Even though we can run fast, we get tired fast too-- it's okay to let yourself take breaks!✨Let yourself relax, that's how we made it this far as a species.

mud-rocks-deactivated20140706

Yeah, imagine telling your prehistoric great great great great great great great great great great grandpa or something to calm down and relax when he should be doing nothing but deathrolls. the longevity of the species should be your only goal. It's irresponsible to encourage your fucking species to fall behind even more than it already has? Have some pride, you're not a crocodile.

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jesus christ calm down

alidile-crocogator-deactvated20140709

Okay, this post has a lot of misconceptions in it. There aren't as many differences between crocodiles and alligators than you think. It's really harmful to think that we have nothing in common with each other. So what if they're carnivores and we're closer to omnivores, or their snouts are more U shaped while ours are V shaped. We're both badass miracles of nature that have no reason to be pit against one another all the time.

Don't listen to guys like this. It's just hateful and small-minded.

stop-jawlock-androll-deactivated20140911

crocs are like. like them shoes that float right

wetlandia898 Follow

i wish i was a crocodile because i could have a virgin birth and i wanted to see what it would be like to eat an immaculate conception.

bigchallengesrealblog-deactivated20190412

welcome to the no notes gator/croc discourse post.

🦖l8rg8tr-z Follow

omg this is the post.... i can't believe i would see this naturally on my dash

🎍taildraggers Follow

Uh are we just going to ignore the virgin birth reply orrrrrrrrr

🐊gator-heritage-posts

gator heritage post

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howw ws i nbevyrboy tyopingssaog oo vd wi hhrth rh thrre cl alawas ?>>

🌴a-l-g-t-r Follow

lmao this idiot never learned how to use their tail to type

#/j lol yeah its kind of hard at first #actually i'd say cut your losses and forget how to type bring the laptop back to the dumpster its not worth it

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🐍bellowbellowmygoodfellow Follow

am i fucking stupid. i just learned theres another species of alligator other than just me and the guys in my swamp. and i said "oh wow I didn't know that! which one of the two are we haha" and my buddy just stared at me like I was a fucking idiot. how am i supposed to know if no one ever tells me this . WHICH AM I

🍖meet-eat3r Follow

there are only 70-80 mature chinese gators in existence while there are 750,00-1 million mature american gators . do the math.

🐍bellowbellowmygoodfellow Follow

i could have just hatched you don't know me.

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🍀gatortears Follow

a group of queer gators in church call that a congregaytion

#reblogging this one bc none of you appreciate me

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👞makemeintoshoesdaddy Follow

I'm seeing the no notes gator/croc post circulate again and ha ha yes it's very funny, but we are NOT starting gator/croc discourse in 2024. lets leave that shit in the past. i know that's not what the post really ended up being about but i am soooooo sick of it.

🌾clawstothewalls Follow

okay, so the one with a fetish for getting turned into handbags is gonna talk down to us now.

👞 makemeintoshoesdaddy Follow

Not to be a pedant but its Shoes Actually. It even says so in the name. Shoes.

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[evie-sturns]

Right here-Chris Sturniolo

summary: chris is your best friend, he has been for a couple years. one night you and chris are laying on his bed talking about anything and everything, somehow the conversation leads to sex, where you tell him a confession, leading to him taking your virginity.

contains: smut, fluff, swearing, aftercare, chris talking u through it, virgin!reader.

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9:43pm

chris and I have been laying on his bed together, staring at the ceiling as the conversation rapidly switches between topics.

"remember like the first time we met, how it took us a solid hour to start up a real conversation" chris laughs,

"i was working chris! i was like 16 i wasnt gonna risk my job to leave from behind the counter to talk to you" i nudge him with a grin.

"working at topgolf.." he teases back, "i mean i only knew nick from middle school, but i did serve your food and we spoke!" i say defensivley.

chris shakes his head, rubbing his eyes before he adjusts his chain which hangs around his neck.

"what was...." chris starts, thinking about what to say next. i tilt my head on the pillow to look over at him.

"your worst sex experience." chris asks casually with a stupid smile on his face,

my heart sinks slightly, truthfully im a virgin, and i'm almost 21. chris has no idea about this.

a silence fills the room, i clear my throat "well- uh"

"oh my god how bad was it" chris laughs.

i feel tears somehow prickle at the corner of my eyes, it doesn't bother me that much.

a small laugh exits my mouth, chris looks over at me "are you okay-?" chris says with a small laugh.

"yes! yes i'm good-" i say, sitting up and crossing my legs.

"chris can I tell you something" i sigh, wiping my face as a nervous smile forms.

"anything- hey you know about that time at graduation when i went the wrong way when i went up on stage to get my fuckin' paper thing." he yaps,

"oh my god and they had to guide you in the right direction" i scoff back.

"stopp" chris groans, sitting up and pushing me over onto my side, "now speak"

"this is like- the wrong time but.." i start,

"i've never done like anythingg.." i say, dragging out 'anything'

chris goes silent,

"like you've never fucked-" he says, but i cut him off "yeah."

he nods understandably, "thats okay!" chris chirps. "are you planning to loose it or not?" chris asks

"well, i've always wanted to its just like i'm worried that i wont fully trust the person who i hook up, and it'll just be a desperation thing- i don't know though." i say, opening up to him

"yeah, that makes sense." chris nods.

"but i really want to, like its always on my mind" i groan, flopping my head back down onto the pillow.

"i mean we could fuck" chris says with a shrug, i laugh it off,

he's clearly joking...?

"no like honestly think about, i'm horny 24/7, your wanting to loose your virginity, and you trust me i think?" he continues rambling with a cheeky smile painted on his face.

chris says stuff, a lot of stuff, and i'd say 90% of it is unserious

"chris... stop fucking around this is a serious topic" i scoff.

"no, like actually- deadass." chris says, slightly more nervous than earlier.

i go silent, sitting up in bed and looking down at him "yeah?" i ask quietly, chris sits up aswell "i can't tell if you're being serious chris"

he grabs my jaw, "i'm serious.." chris leans closer to me, my heart thumps aggressively as i stare at the brunette's lips, which are practically begging to be kissed.

chris's hand falls slowly from my jaw to my hand, "like 100% serious right?" i ask again, my mind now not being able to comprehend that chris could be inside me in a matter of minute.

"100%." he says,

i rip my white tank top off from over my head, chris scrambles to remove his shirt, i pause for a second as chris's eyes lay over my exposed chest.

"chris- I don't know what i'm doing this is gonna be so embarrasing for me" i start, but chris interuppts me

"shh- sh." he shushes me, grabbing my hand again, "do you want me to talk you through it?"

i nod, playing with chris's long fingers as an anxiety reaction, "can you tell me with your words what you want please?"

with a wobbling breath i start, "please talk me through it, i- uh.. i need you? please."

chris nods, "oh shit wait,yeah- if you want i'll go get nick and matt out of the house, they won't think we're doing anything 'cause they know that i don't bring girls over to fuck,- and they wouldn't think we'd do shit together"

i shake my head 'yes' rapidly, "thank you."

chris stands up off the bed, throwing on his shirt and unlocking his door, he walks out of the door, closing it behind him as i lay back in his bed,

anxiety rushes through my veins, my bare back presses against the soft plush of his mattress that i have been so used to for so many years, where chris told me all about his first hookup at 16, now hes gonna be mine on this same bed.

i hear his distant chatter with matt, "hey we need some shit from target from tomorrow, take nick with ya hes probably interested in childrens toys" he says with a laugh before matt agrees,

chris walks back into the room a minute or two later, his cheeks instantly turning maroon again as he says me laying half naked on his bed, he takes a deep breath "matt and nick are going to target in a few, you okay?" chris asks, discarding his shirt to the side of the room again.

"yeah! i'm just nervous." i laugh slightly,

"about what?" he questions, flopping down on the bed next to me,

"i just feel like it's gonna hurt- or i mean.. i don't want this to change things between us, 'ya know?" i sigh.

i hear matts van pull out of the driveway, the small pebbles crunching under his tires.

"it won't hurt." chris says, his voice serious, yet reassuring.

chris sits up off the bed, he turns around to face me. i sit up aswell, i feel chris's large hands wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him on the edge of the bed.

"i'm going to take these off, yeah?" chris says, his fingers lingering on the waistband of my shorts.

"yeah." i smile up at him, laying back on the bed. chris pulls my sweat shorts and panties down to my ankles in one yank, his eyes widening as i feel his gaze drawn between my thighs.

"so perfect," chris says, his voice raspy.

"okay- wait." he whispers, rubbing his eyes, "can I ask, when you say you've never done anything, what's the most you've done.. sexually" he almost cringes at his words.

"um.. probably just doing stuff with myself.?" i reply, chris nods "okay good."

"okay, just try not to be too loud, the neighbours are always in their backyard" chris laughs, hovering above me, his face directly ontop of me as i lay on the edge of the bed.

my eyes widen as i feel a veiny cold hand on the inside of my thigh, "you sure?" chris asks for the 80th time,

"chris i need you, yes- please."

i close my eyes, the brunette presses a finger against my hole "just gonna stretch ya out a little bit first hm?" he says from above me before pressing his long finger deep inside of me,

"fuck." i whisper under my breath, my back arching slightly off the bed.

he begins to curl that finger inside of me, adding another finger quickly

"look at me."

he says, i squint my eyes open, soft whimpers escaping my lips. i lock eyes with him as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of me.

a desperate gasp escapes my mouth as i feel his mouth attatch to my clit, "oh my god- fuck oh my god." i repeat under my breath.

"gonna finish already for me?" chris says with a hint of a cocky tone in his tone.

i let out a loud whine which echoes through the room as i feel my orgasm rapidly approaching "you got it, im right here." chris says into my ear.

i instantly clench around his fingers, the knot in my stomach snapping with a moan of chris's name. "there she is, let me hear you."

i flop my arms above me on the matress as chris pulls his fingers out of me, he wipes them on my thigh before starting to yank down his sweatpants, leaving him in his boxers

“tell me when your ready okay?” chris says, sitting down on the bed next to me as i lay down,

“chris”

“yeah?” he replies

“thank you, you didn’t have to do this.” i say with a small smile, my cheeks still flushed.

“no honestly i’m more than happy to do this” chris laughs, earning a nudge from my elbow to his rib.

i sit up on the bed, giving chris a certain look. he nods, standing up off the bed and pulling down his boxers.

i stare very obviously at his length, my eyes fixed on the long vein which follows the whole left side of his cock.

“you okay?” chris laughs slightly, i look up at him “yeah, no- just nervous.”

chris grabs my hand “listen, i’m going to talk you through everything, it won’t hurt, i promise.”

“okay.” i reply, “what position do you want me in?” i ask slowly letting chris’s hand go.

“just lay down on your back, wanna see your face okay?” chris says with a smile.

i lay back down, my bare back hitting the soft plush of chris’s matress. chris takes my hand again, “squeeze my hand if you need a break” he whispers.

i breathe in heavily, then out as chris positions himself between my legs.

“can you spread a little more for me sweetheart?” he asks, the pet name making me clench around nothing.

i spread my legs further, chris admires me, the position i’m in right before his eyes.

“there we are.” he says under his breath,

“i’m just going to give you the tip, and if it’s uncomfortable tell me okay?” chris says, squeezing my hand lightly as he rests his tip against my core.

“please.” i breathe out, looking up at his addictive eyes.

chris slowly pushes inside of me, a burning sensation as i stretch around him. i let out a pathetic moan. he pauses,

“you took the tip, feeling okay?” chris asks, looking down at me, his brown hair flopping on his forehead as he leans down to hear my awnser.

“feels new.. but good.” i whisper, chris nods.

he nods before pushing further inside of me, i arch my back off the bed, strings of whimpers exiting my mouth, i squeeze chris’s hand hard, he instantly stops

“chris- how much more?” i ask, overwhelmed

“you took half, should we try the other half aswell?” chris asks in a serious tone.

after a few seconds i reply “yes.”

chris places a kiss onto my lips, i kiss him back.

my eyes widen, i guess it was a good distraction because i barely notice chris pushing deeper inside of me, i let out a pleasured moan “fuck- chris”

i feel him bottom out, he has small droplets of sweat sitting on his forehead, his pale cheeks are a deep red.

chris starts to speak after about half a minute of silence, accompanied by our shared heavy breaths. “can i move?” he says, “yeah.” i reply.

he slowly starts to thrust in, and out of me. almost pulling out, but then pushing back inside of me, his pink tip pressing against my cervix lightly.

“you’re doing so well, let me hear those pretty noises.” chris says, his voice low and croaky.

i fill the room with loud moans

“look at me, look at me.” chris says, grabbing my chin which is tilted upwards from throwing my head back. he tilts my head down, locking eyes with me.

“you feel so good around me mhm?” chris groans, my eyes squinted but still staring into his.

“i’m not gonna last long chris.” i whimper out, chris nods

“that’s perfect, i’ll tell you when to finish and you will” he replies, i nod frantically.

i feel my high coming, with every thrust i clench around chris.

“ready..” he says, almost whines,

“you okay?” i ask, my breathing intensifies

“just need to cum, real bad.” he replies, his voice strained.

and with that, i finish with a scream of his name.

chris instantly pulls out, painting my chest and stomach with white streaks. “fuck y/n, oh my god, fuck-.. fuck.” chris throws his head back, stroking his length a final few times.

he falls down on the bed beside me, propping himself up on his elbows.

after a handful of seconds he sits up, pulling me onto his lap. “you okay? you did so well, took me so well.”

“i’m okay.” i laugh into chris’s chest.

“let’s get you cleaned up.” chris says, tapping my hips then carrying me into the bathroom.

he places me down on the countertop before grabbing a damp cloth.

he pats my inner thigh with the cloth, he lets out a small laugh,

“yeah?” i question

“i never woulda thought you’d be screaming my name.” he says casually.

i scoff as chris leaves the bathroom, he comes back with the clothes i was wearing earlier he starts to redress me, his concentration at an all time high.

after chris had redressed he helps me off the counter, “cmon let’s go get something to drink.” chris says, grabbing my hand and leading me out of his bedroom.

i’m met with nick and matt, leaning on the kitchen counter. my heart stops, i thought chris got them out of the house?

chris instantly drops my hand “thought you guys were at target.” he says with a embarrassed laugh.

“we got 2 minutes down the road then decided to get it another day.” nick says, eyes fixed on chris’s.

“so are you two offical?” matt asks with a smile, chris’s head snaps round to look at him “what do you mean!” he says defensively

“trust me, we heard those fucking screams” nick laughs, slapping chris’s bicep.

“no guys, i can explain i swear.” chris starts, following nick and matt close behind, as they walk into the living room.

“it wasn’t what you think-“ chris rambles, i can hear the smile on his face.

i laugh to myself, shaking my head with a scoff.

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[mxqdii]

nott into you - m.s

pairings: nott reader x mattheo riddle

summary: reader's brother is theodore nott and develops feelings for his best friend mattheo

warning(s): drinking, brief makeout drugs.

not proofread

FRIDAY:

my hands tangled in his hair, the smell of his cologne and cigarettes filling my senses, everything just feels right.

it's funny how a week can change everything.

okay! i know this looks really wrong, but i can explain.. let's go back to where this all started, monday.

-1 WEEK PRIOR.-

MONDAY:

i sit in potions, bored as ever at snapes lesson, feeling eyes on me.

i look over seeing mattheo riddle staring, which isn't totally weird, considering we've been friend's since first year, just abnormal.

this time it's different though, like some weird tension in the air, i feel as if red smoke is filling my lungs and calling out mattheo's name.

snapping out of it, i clear my throat and focus my attention onto the horribly boring, lesson

the class ends sooner than later and i take my time to collect my stuff, not noticing mattheo waiting for me.

i head to the door and meet eyes with him

"waiting for me, riddle?" i question and his lips curl upwards

"i might be, walk with me will you?" he asks and i nod, following wherever he's going.

"i noticed you staring" i mumble

"yeah and i noticed you drooling" he says and i scoff

"you think too highly of yourself riddle" i professed

"mmh i'm not so sure about that, have you met your brother?" he adds on and i realize

my brother, shit.

this flirty banter shouldn't even be happening right now, considering if theo saw he would absolutely loose his shit.

"yeah thats theo, uh- anyways i gotta go, nice talking to you riddle!-" i say in a rush, walking the other direction.

TUESDAY:

i hear the door open and look up seeing pansy, i'm currently in the slytherin common room working on some extra homework.

"hey" she says, plopping down next to me

"hey pans whats up?" i ask, putting my books down.

"okay so, i know this is a long shot.. buuuttt, there's a party tomorrow and before you say no just please please think about going!" she says the last part really fast and i laugh

"who's throwing it?" i question and she squints her eyes

"we are..?" she mumbles and my eyes widen

"pansy what!?!" i yell

"okay i know it seems bad, but some first years accidentally heard me saying how slytherin parties are the best and one thing led to another and all of a sudden i had to prove it was true and now everyones expecting a party tomorrow night and i need your help!" she rambles and i sigh

"fine."

later that day, i cross paths with mattheo again.

who cares what my brother thinks or wants for me, it's my life.

"hey mattheo, sorry about yesterday" i say with a smile and he nods

"don't worry about it sweetheart" the name makes my cheeks flush.

we kinda just stand there looking into eachothers eyes for a moment, i'm not sure how it was, but i definitely looked full of lust.

he moves closer to my ear, whispering

"you're drooling again"

i roll my eyes throwing in a, "you wish"

WEDNESDAY:

the party is all set up, and it took HOURS.

me and pansy had to rush right when classes ended to get everything ready

we're supposed to start the party in an hour but before doing that, me and my friendgroup decided to have a little fun

me, pansy, theo, mattheo, draco, enzo and blaise decided to play a friendly game of truth or dare before letting anyone else in.

"y/n" enzo says and i let out a shakey breath, not noticable enough for anybody to hear though.

"yes enzo?" i respond, eyeing him in anticipation

"what'a a dirty secret you've been hiding lately?" he asks and i smirk

maybe i could fuck with these people in a way that wouldn't expose me, but in a way... would?

"well enzo, so glad you asked. recently there has been someone catching my eye... someone who's off limits, someone i'm not allowed to touch, you could call it forbidden, but i prefer the term secrecy." i say with a smug smile, avoiding any and all eye contact with mattheo

before anyone has time to say anything, the clock chimes and the doors to the common room open, the room flooding with people from all different houses.

the rest of the night was kinda a blur, except for the end of it.

i'm too drunk to even function right now, feeling vulnerable and anxious.

god this is why i don't go to parties.

"hey beautiful" a random gryffindor says and i make a face of disgust

"jus' leave me alone" i say in hopes of peace, turning around to walk away, but instead he grabs my wrist.

i turn back to look at him seeing the no-good look on his face

"oh no" i mumble

"are you gonna like.. do bad thing's to me" i ask

i'm never drinking again i feel like an idiot.

"you just consented to it so i might as well huh baby?" he says and i groan.

"i actually have a-" without thinking i grab someones hand, anyone to get me out of this situation would be great

"mattheo?" i say looking up, seeing its him who i grabbed

well, i was going to say boyfriend but mattheo works too.

the gryffindor boy's expression quickly changes from being in control to being scared shitless.

i'm too hazy to even feel right, not paying attention to the bickering mattheo is doing, the way he's absolutely screaming at this boy.

my hand tugs mattheos arm, causing him to look down at me

"mattheo please- just get me out of here" i say, leaning onto his arm.

fuck i'm not supposed to feel like this

THURSDAY:

the last thing i remember, is mattheo dragging me out of that party.

i think he was carrying me? or was it theo? i don't really remember.

i turn over, opening my eyes seeing mattheo next to me

what the fuck.

"g'morning princess" he says and i wince, feeling the light hit my face.

"what time is it?" i ask and see him look over to his bedside table

"like 10" he says and my eyes widen as much as they can.

"it's thursday mattheo we have class!' i yell, attempting to get up

his arm lightly pushes me down

"you need to rest, do you remember what happened last night?" he asks and i shake my head

"you were drugged and you passed out." he mumbles and my eyes widen

"who the fuck drugged me??" i exclaim

"i don't know" he says and i sigh, thinking about last night trying to remember anything i can.

i don't even realize how close me and mattheo are, the way he's shirtless and the way the sun hits his eyes, his morning voice, his soft sheets.

i look down seeing me in his shirt and i quirk an eyebrow which he notices

"no don't worry uh- pansy changed you not me" he reassures and i smile.

the rest of the day we end up just talking and laughing in his dorm, only leaving for food and water.

i gotta admit, it is awfully suspicious me leaving with him last night and waking up in his dorm, now us ditching and spending the whole day together.

but like i said before, i don't care what my brother thinks.

FRIDAY:

i'm currently getting lectured by snape for missing class and i can't help but let my mind wander to mattheo

lately, thats been all my mind is full of.

the tension has been getting thicker and my desire for him has been getting needier.

i need to tell him.

i rush out of snapes lecture as soon as he's finished, rushing to the common room.

what am i even doing, i'm being way too impulsive right now, it's fine i only live once, i have to do this. i tell myself

i reach the common room and run upstairs, knocking on mattheos dorm frantically

he opens the door and i smile, suddenly feeling all of my words leave my mind, going completely blank

then i remembered, i dont need words to tell him what i need.

without thinking, i grab his cheek and kiss him, it definitely caught him by surprise, but it did for me too.

without breaking the kiss, he leads me inside and closes the door, pinning me against it.

my hands tangled in his hair, the smell of his cologne and cigarettes filling my senses, everything just feels right.

an abrupt knock interrupts us, mattheos hand covering my mouth

"dude come on, snape is pissed you missed class and his lecture, we gotta go" a voice comes from the other side of the door.

fuck, it's my brother.

a/n: let me know if u guys want a part 2<3

[alyakthedorklord]

Agent D to watchtower

(Fic)

Flash And Green Lantern, bored, stuck on monitor duty at the watchtower, cheerfully badmouthing batman together when a notification rings through the room.

Hal snaps to attention, because notifications on monitor duty don’t usually mean good things, but at least they’re things.

Oh holy crap that’s Batman’s caller ID.

Green Lantern and the Flash do NOT scramble like kids caught staying up badmouthing a parent at a sleepover, sending chips and cookies flying. They are professional world savers. Incredibly powerful men. Yep.

“Batman!” The Flash squeaks. “Whats- uh. Whats the situation?”

Whatever it is has to be dire. Batman never calls for help, ever. So it has to be a really big problem. Unless he’s spying on them. And is about to growl at them for talking behind his back.

The line is silent for a few moments, just long enough for Hal and Flash to trade terrified looks, and then…

“This is Agent D, reporting in.”

That voice is not Batman.

It’s not Batman’s deep, growly baritone. It’s slightly accented, boyish and light, despite the serious tone to it as whoever the voice belongs to whispers into the communicator.

Too young. Far too young. Thats a kid.

Hal checks the ID- yep, this is Batman’s communicator. How on earth does this kid have it?

“Uh… nice to meet you, Agent D. Can you tell me what’s going on? How are you calling us right now?”

“I’m deep in enemy territory.” The kid whispers, which isn’t really an answer but definitely catches Hal’s attention. The kid is whispering like he’s scared someone- or something- will hear him. “The darkness is endless. Any and all sound travels here- it’s a massive echo chamber. This is his territory. I’m not sure if I’ll make it out of these caves- if he hears me, I’m done for.”

“Whoa, whoa, hang on.” Hal says quickly, eyes wide as he stares at the indicator on the screen. “What’s going on? Where are you? Do you need help?”

“Negative on the extraction.” What the hell? Who is this kid? Who taught him to talk like that? “It’s too late for me. But I have urgent info the Justice League needs to hear!”

Hal and Flash exchange a concerned look. The kid knows he’s got a Justice League communicator. It isn’t just some random thing he’s picked up.

“We’re all ears, kid.” Flash says.

“Alright,” the kid says seriously, taking a breath like he’s bracing himself for the words he’s about to say, Hal and Flash leaning closer to the monitor as they wait for whatever he has to say. “Batman…”

“…is a butthead.”

Hal stares at the monitor.

Flash stares at the monitor.

“…what?”

“Batman is a butthead.” The kid repeats. “A stinky butthead. He’s mean and old and dumb and a big butt.”

Is there something in his ears? Is there something in the Doritos making him hallucinate? Did a kid really steal Batman’s Justice League Communicator to call him a butthead?

“He’s such a big butthead, we should call him Buttman instead of Batman.” The kid is saying, glee seeping into his serious tone. “There goes Buttman, in the Buttmobile.”

“These are-” Hal begins, then has to stop to let out a laugh or else he won’t be able to maintain a serious voice for the game they’re apparently playing. Flash has his hands pressed over his mouth, shaking. “These are serious claims, Agent D. Do you have any proof?”

“Yes!” Agent D announces. “He makes me wear PANTS and do GRAMMAR! And! And last Wednesday he wouldn’t let me have dessert, and he won’t take me on patrol with him, and! He was mean to Agent A! Even though Agent A is just worried about him because he got hit on the head and got a concussion because he doesn’t have a skull to protect his brain and his head is all squishy like a Butt!”

Hal is nearly crying with the effort it takes to hold in his laughter, clutching onto the desk for support. Thankfully, the Flash has recovered enough to play along with a shocked gasp.

“Is that why he wears that Armored Cowl?” He asks Agent D. “To protect his squishy head?”

“Yes.” The kid insists, voice dripping with vicious glee. “I saw him take it off once and he doesn’t have any hair. He’s wearing underpants on his butt head.”

“Is it… is it special underwear? Or just normal?” Flash asks, grinning madly and shaking as well. “He doesn’t have legs on his head to wear it right, so-”

“The ears on his cowl are the legs.” The kid says immediately.

That mental image is enough to bring Flash down to the floor beside Hal, cackling madly. They get ahold of themselves, swallowing down their laughter to get back to the kid, but then they lock eyes, setting them off all over again as Agent D’s giggles echo through the comm line above them.

“I can’t- oh god, I can’t breathe.” Hal gasps, clutching at his chest. “Fu- um, gosh, I needed that.”

“I’m never going to be able to look him in the eye again.” Flash wheezes. “That’s an image that’s going to stay with me forever.”

“Good. Memorize it: this information will not be repeated.” The kid says seriously, deepening his voice in what is clearly meant to imitate Batman. Flash cackles again.

“In all seriousness, kid.” Hal says, crawling his way up to the desk to stare in bewilderment at Batman’s caller ID. “Where did you get this communicator? It’s meant to be a secure line. Emergencies.”

“Well,” Agent D says, voice lightening out of his Batman imitation and into a tone of sweet, angelic innocence, “he shouldn’t have left it out in the open then.”

“I didn’t.”

Both Hal and the Flash freeze, hearts stopping in their chests at the familiar angry growl.

Batman.

“Uh oh.” Agent D mutters.

The next thing they hear is the flurry of motion- the thump of the communicator being jughled, the scraping of cloth and shoe on stone, the whoosh of the communicator being swung through the air, and the patter of feet running full tilt.

“ROBIN!” Batman’s voice shouts, the only response a cackle of young laughter.

“Run, little man!” The Flash urges, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Go go go!”

“It’s too late!” Agent D shrieks. “It’s too late! The Buttman is coming! Remember me! I sacrificed myself for the greater good! Like the spies who got the death star plans! Remember me!”

“It’s not over yet!” Hal cheers, even if he knows theres no escaping Batman. “Evasive maneuvers! Keep going!”

“YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!” Agent D bellows, but a moment later the sound of running is cut off with two grunts, one much deeper than the other, and the sound of a scuffle.

Scrabbling and slapping of little kid hands on kevlar armor can be heard between thumps of the microphone hitting something. Finally, the sound settles, enough for Hal and Flash to hear Batman mutter, “you sure about that?” as Agent D groans dramatically.

A moment later, Batman’s voice comes over the communicator clearly for the first time.

“Batman to Watchtower.” he says, voice flat and businesslike as ever despite the kid gighling madly in the background. “Comms have been compromised.”

“We noticed.” Hal smirks. And Batman was the first to let the secure line get infiltrated! He’s never letting him live this down.

“The perpetrator has been apprehended, and will be punished accordingly.”

“Aww, no, Batman, come on.” Flash wheedles on behalf of his new buddy. Hal is kind of worried too- Batman won’t be too hard on the kid, will he? “Agent D was just having some fun!”

“Yeah, don’t be a butthead!” Agent D shouts, before giggling again.

“You know you’re not supposed to be down here alone.” Batman grumbles. “This is probably one of the safer things you could have picked up. And it can send a distress signal that can summon the entire justice league. What would you have done if Superman decided to smash his way through the cave?”

“I know how to use it!” Agent D complains. “I’m not stupid! I’m good with technology, and you showed me how in case of emergencies!”

“And this was an emergency?”

“A boredom emergency.” Oh god, Agent D is sassing Batman.

“Seriously, Spooky.” Hal interrupts, because he’s actually a little worried for Agent D, “whats his sentence?”

Batman huffs, and then there’s a grunt and a small oof like he’s readjusting his grip on Agent D. “Considering this isn’t his first offense of the night…”

“I’ve done nothing! I’m innocent! I want a lawyer!” The sounds of struggling come through the communicator, but Hal doesn’t think it’s working very well. The kid is trying to escape Batman, after all. “You’re always saying we can’t be judge, jury, and executioner! Put your money where your mouth is! I want a lawyer!”

“Alright.” Batman hums, much to Hal’s shock. Is he really playing along with the kid? “Green Lantern. I’m promoting you to Lawyer. Answer my next question carefully.”

Still a little shocked, all Hal can say is, “um… okay?”

“What is twenty-four minus twenty-four?”

Hal frowns. That doesn’t sound like a lawyer question. “Excuse me?”

“Twenty-four minus twenty-four.” Batman repeats.

“Uh… zero?” Why does Batman need him to say this? Doesn’t he know math? Can’t he whip a calculator off that belt of his? It wouldn’t surprise Hal in the slightest. Hardly the weirdest thing Batman’s got on there.

“Lets add some words to that problem.” Batman growls. “If I had twenty-four cookies before someone was left unsupervised in the kitchen, and none after… then how many cookies are currently rallying for a stomachache against Agent D?”

Hal won’t lie. That’s impressive. The kid doesn’t sound grown enough to have a big stomach. “Twenty-four.”

“No!” Agent D shrieks. “No!”

“Sounds like an admission of guilt from your lawyer.” Batman growls. Oops. Hal forgot that was his job! He should have dodged the question!

“No! Leading the witness! Your question was a trick!” Agent D shouts, in an impressive show of melodramatics. “I want a better lawyer! This one sucks! I bet this guy didn’t even go to law school! Also, he wasn’t given all the relevant evidence or time to prepare his arguments! ALSO also he was appointed by the opposition! Rigged jury! I want a retrial!”

How old is this kid?

“Nope, too late. Welcome to Gotham, chum.” Batman huffs. “Now then, stealing a Justice League Communicator, eating all of the cookies, which were meant for both of us and I was very much looking forwards to, and calling me… Buttman.”

He growls the last word, and Hal watches Flashes fist teleport to his mouth to hold in the bark of laughter threatening to escape. The serious way he said that stupid name… even Agent D has stopped his dramatics in the face of the court to cackle!

“Don’t laugh.” Batman growls, in exactly the same tone that made them laugh in the first place. “I am deciding your punishment.”

“You can’t do anything!” Agent D jeers. “I already told the Justice League that you were actually a Butthead! I’ve eaten all the cookies! All twenty-four tasty, tasty cookies and you can’t have any! I’ve won! There’s nothing you can do! You’ll never get your cookies back!”

“Is that so?” Batman hums, and if Hal didn’t know better, he might think Spooky was smiling. “Well then. I guess I’ll have to tickle you until you toss your cookies.”

“Wait- no!” The kid shrieks, and then the communicator breaks off into peals of desperate, full bellied laughter, interspaced with pleas for mercy and one final, deep voiced line.

“Batman, out.”

The comm channel is cut, leaving the Watchtower’s occupants in an echoing, shocked silence.

Tickles? TICKLES? Batman, the hardass of the Justice League, the no-nonsense, work no play, spooky scary bastard… left his communicator where a kid could get it. A kid who stole all of Batman’s cookies. Who Batman retaliated against for stealing his cookies with tickles.

And his voice had been… not non-growly, but lighter than Hal has ever heard it. Ever. The kid had seemed completely at ease with him, mocking him, grumbling about homework and treats. It was almost as if…

“Oh my god Batman is a dad.” Hal whispers into the silent room, eyes wide. “This is the greatest thing to happen to me ever. I’m so glad I decided to stay to keep you company.”

“So am i, so you can tell me later i didn’t hallucinate that.” Flash says fervently. “He’s a dad. He’s a dad to the giggliest kid I have ever heard in my life.”

“He punished his kid with TICKLES.” Hal wheezes. “His kid calls him a butthead for making him do homework- oh my GOD. His kid grabbed a JUSTICE LEAGUE COMMUNICATOR- he knew exactly what that thing was!”

“Came on the line like a proper secret agent!” F agrees, vibrating. “Oh my god, please tell me we have that saved. Do we have that saved?”

“Quick- before spooky deletes it!”

[python333]

task force 141 reacting to [reader] clinging to them — python333

— — — —

synopsis just as the title says bb!! just some headcanons of the boys reacting to the reader clinging to them and basically following them around like a lost puppy!

relationships platonic!tf141 & reader.

characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

warnings written in 2nd person pov [you/your/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign], non-scottish reader [or could be read as scottish with less of an accent], probably ooc :{

note this is so. self indulgent. BUT i need to get my thoughts out rn about these boys because its too much to contain my silly little brain won't let this go and i need to just hdjhsdfjdhj. if anyone wants to request something for me to write pls do it because this is the only thing thats gotten me out of my writers block.

JOHN "BRAVO SIX" PRICE

➥ i honestly don’t even think he’d notice at first.

➥ about a week after you’d gotten to know everyone on the team and started to get used to their quirks, you decide your target to cling onto is gonna be price… because why not?

➥ when i say cling i mean following him around like a lost puppy, just about watching his every move, basically being his shadow.

➥ it’s not until about three days of you doing this when he realizes you’re shadowing him.

➥ when he confronts you about it, it’s less of a confrontation and more like him saying “... do you need something?” and then brushing it off when you shake your head ‘no’.

➥ he’s not really irritated or angry about it, more confused but generally okay with it.

➥ so when he realizes you’re gonna be doing this often, he can’t tell whether he should feel honored or bothered.

➥ spoilers: he ends up feeling honored. it’s his fatherly instincts, y’all already know.

➥ he’s awkward about it at first, now that he actually knows you’re following him, he’s constantly checking over his shoulder and — yep, you’re still there.

➥ so he doesn’t confront you about it again, and just lets you follow him around, and once y’all get closer he teases you for following him around like a duckling would with its mother.

—

You’d been following Price around for a few days now. He hadn’t noticed so far, thank God, but he was definitely close to finding out. You could see the way he’d occasionally glance over his shoulder and see you following him, then keep eye contact with you for a moment before going on with his day — which really confused you at first, but who cares as long as he’s not stopping you? — and letting you follow him.

You had been following him out of habit. You didn’t mean to follow him in particular, it just… happened. Something about his demeanor, you’d convinced yourself, He just feels safe. It’s inexplicable and we will not be diving into my underlying issues to figure out why he feels safe.

So when he’d confronted you about it—or, asked you about it is probably more accurate—with a questioning tone and the words, “Did you need something?”, you shook your head ‘no’, and that was that. The older man had looked at you for another second, eyes looking over your expression as if trying to read you like a book, then went on with his day. You had let out a sigh of relief, and continued your little routine of following him around and being his little shadow.

—

JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH

➥ he’s such a silly guy, man.

➥ he’d notice but pretend he didn’t, just for the sake of seeing how long you’ll follow him.

➥ if anyone points out your presence he’ll ignore it and change the subject.

➥ of course, once he realizes you aren’t letting up your clinginess, he confronts you about it in the most professional way possible!

➥ “Do ye trail everyone ‘round like that, or am I jist special?”

➥ it takes you a moment to figure out what he just said because holy fuck that accent is THICK.

➥ but you figure it out after a quick moment of thinking and struggle to respond, before offering a quiet, “... Uh. I guess you’re just special?”

➥ he is very happy about this.

➥ he nods approvingly and goes on with his day, letting you trail behind him.

➥ he really doesn’t mind, and actually enjoys having you trail behind him.

—

Following around Soap was more of a challenge than you’d intended. It was fun, for the most part, and you liked that he didn’t acknowledge you at all. The main reason you had kept following him was because he didn’t bother you at all, and didn’t even glance back at you as you followed him, no, he simply let you follow him around and shadow him all day.

Of course, you still had training and practice, but the moment you had gotten out of the showers and were done for the day, you’d gone back to following Soap, once you’d found him. Your daily routine was basically: wake up, eat breakfast, follow Soap, go to the training room and follow your CO’s orders, shower and eat lunch or dinner, find Soap, follow Soap, sleep, repeat.

Then one day, on a particularly idle day, Soap had turned to you and popped the question — “Do ye trail everyone ‘round like this, or am I jist special?”

Maybe you were just being dramatic, but holy fuck , his accent made it almost sound like he was speaking a whole different language. You process his words for a moment, before responding with a quiet, “Uh… I guess you’re just special?”

He seemed pretty satisfied with that answer and never really bothered you with it again.

—

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

➥ he realizes immediately and ohhh boyyyyyy.

➥ “Do you need something?” “Did you need something?” “Why are you following me?” “Stop following me.” “Do you need something?”

➥ he is. Very bothered.

➥ constantly looking over his shoulder just to find your annoying ass following him.

➥ will always ask you why you’re following him, and when you shrug or give a bullshit excuse, he gives an exasperated sigh and goes on with his day.

➥ sometimes he’d even try to lose you in the crowd, and when you miraculously continue to follow him through it, he’d somehow become even more miserable. it’s impressive, your dedication to following him around like this.

➥ he’ll warm up to it eventually, maybe a month or two after you’ve started following him.

➥ by month one he’ll stop constantly asking you why you’re following him, and by month two he’ll stop constantly glancing over his shoulder.

➥ and eventually, he’ll stop trying to lose you in the crowds, and instead look for the easiest way to get through them with you trailing behind him.

—

Ghost should’ve known from the moment you persisted with your following of him through thick and thin that you’d never give this up. Honestly, it’s impressive how dedicated you are to trailing behind him like a little shadow, never even speaking to him, just following him.

However, Ghost could persist as well.

You’d follow him around as much as possible, starting at the break of dawn and briefly pausing your following to do whatever training your CO instructed and then resuming your following till curfew. Day after day, Ghost would interrupt your following by questioning it, then when given an answer, he’d give an exasperated sigh and storm off, not waiting for you to catch up.

At first, he thought you wanted to win over some sort of attention or affection from him. So, he made sure not to give you any. He didn’t spare a single moment for you, besides glancing at you over his shoulder and questioning your presence, and yet you continued to follow him. So he experimented with it a bit — he didn’t spare a single glance at you one day, didn’t speak to you one bit, didn’t do anything. Just went around as if you weren’t there. And yet, you continued to follow him, not put off by his behavior at all.

So, he just stopped thinking too much about you, in the nicest way possible. He wouldn’t glance back at you and question your presence, but he also wouldn’t try and lose you around the base. He wouldn’t storm off and leave you running to catch up. Sometimes, he even forgets you’re there at all. He warms up to it, albeit after a few months, but he still warms up to it nonetheless.

—

KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK

➥ i think he’d notice fairly quickly but wouldn’t point it out right away.

➥ like, he’d glance over his shoulder and see you following him, but gaslights himself into thinking you’re just trying to get to the same place he is, so he doesn’t confront you about it or anything.

➥ so when he realizes that you’re following him and not just trying to get to the same place he is, he’s kind of weirded out, but still doesn’t confront you.

➥ he’ll ask soap for some help on what to do and the damn idiot just goes ‘[c/n] probably has a crush on you’ so now gaz thinks you have a crush on him.

➥ i mean, he’s flattered, but also he has no idea who you are, so…

➥ he’s now even more awkward.

➥ so then he goes to price for help,

➥ and price is just a tinge more reasonable.

➥ price tells gaz that you’re probably just shadowing him because you see him as some sort of mentor, or maybe there was someone in your past that was similar to gaz and you followed them around as well.

➥ his reasoning doesn’t help all that much, because what the fuck is gaz supposed to do with that, but whatever.

➥ he really doesn’t know what to do about you, to be honest.

➥ after way too long, he asks you why you’re following him.

➥ and when you shrug or give an excuse as to why you’ve been trailing behind him ever since you’ve gotten here, he shrugs back and goes on with his day.

➥ doesn’t mind all that much, so yippee!!

➥ eventually, when you two get closer, he tells you that you can walk by his side instead of behind him.

—

Making Gaz your target was probably the best idea you’ve ever had.

He’s pretty quiet, doesn’t actively try to get you to go away, and best of all, he really just walks around and does any tasks he needs to. It’s oddly nice, just watching him do his work. He doesn’t talk to himself under his breath like Soap or Price does, and doesn’t do his work in complete silence like Ghost does. He’ll often hum to himself or whistle, a noise that’s quickly become weirdly comforting to you.

It’s kind of disappointing realizing you have to go off to training, honestly. Following Gaz around has quickly become the pinnacle of your day. Which sounds really sad now that you think of it, but who cares.

About a month of you following him later, he finally asks you why you’re following him. In the nicest way possible, of course.

“Is there a reason you’ve been following me around all month?”

When you shrug or give an excuse for your actions, he thinks about your words (or your wordless shrug) for a moment and mutters a quiet, “Alright, then,” and goes on with his day.

[phantom-0-writer]

*standing menacingly at the door* i made u something

anyways lol. i had a lot of school work and was really busy freaking out and stress studying for a singular test that was 4 questions and would be over in like an hour and then i proceeded to cry about it in my car for various reasons.

but yk what that means!

time for our irregular and unscheduled update of

Gotham Academy's Mentorship Program

this episode featuring a fan favorite: Duke Thomas (aka The Signal - but thats kind of irrelevant for this)

you were supposed to read that like it was from a '90s sitcom and the off screen crowd cheers rly loudly.

some house keeping updates: this scene happens in the beginning of the school year (going by the american system should be september) danny meets damian (and upsurges tim on the same day) around midterm which is around october and then the stuff with jason and damian's drawing happens around december. i kinda accidentally burned the irl timeline for anything dc first scene so now im just gonna do whatever i want.

anyways with out further ado:

table of contents

scene 04: after school activities for normal kids

Duke stood around the corner of the classroom awkwardly, wondering if he had made the right call. Sure the bats and the birds had a plethora of hands on deck any time, but most of them specialized as night time heros. Not to say that they were incompetent or anything, they were some of the most skilled and innovative people Duke had ever had the pleasure of meeting. Sure if anything happened, they could handle it, at least until Duke could slip away and show up as the Signal- Alfred and Bruce had assured him so much. But Duke couldn’t slip the guilt of busying away more of his time to after school activities when he could be patrolling or studying instead, 

But Duke had wanted to do something outside of those things, which was specifically why he had made the difficult decision to join a few clubs and after school activities. He could use a break from being surrounded by people who worked the vigilante life-style just to remember how to be a normal civilian. Let himself take a break from constantly be consumed by one case or another, one disaster or another, not being able to do enough no matter how much he tried or how much time he spent patrolling. 

Duke needed to feel grounded, like his feet were on the ground and he could press the brakes and smell the fragrance of life. Even if the fragrance was a forgotten pile of dog s-

“Alright,” The instructor for their culinary club started with a weird German accent that sounded really fake. “I am Herman. You can call me Chef or Chef Herman or just Chef. I will not bore you all with the boring introductions, and let's head right into the cooking, yes. On this paper here I made the partners for all of you to cook with for the rest of the year. If you have problem with it then quit.” 

This Herman guy seemed like quite the character, and was definitely not helping any of Duke’s previous anxieties. Many of Duke’s clubmates seem to think so too, sending their friends various looks. But no one spoke out, and instead shuffled to the front to look at the singular sheet of paper that would assign them their partners. Duke finally made it to the front and saw that he was paired with a Daniel Fenton at Station 7. 

Crossing his fingers that Daniel had at least only a half-rotten personality, Duke made his way over to station 7. The station was already prepped with an assortment of ingredients and cooking equipment. Duke had already set his stuff down claiming the seat closer to the exit (in case) when a lanky kid comes over, “Uh, your Duke Thomas?” He asks hesitantly looking back at the front counter the partner assignment sheet was. 

It took Duke an awkward second longer to realize that this kid was probably his partner. “Oh yeah I am.” He laughed apologetically, “You must be Daniel.” 

“Danny’s fine.” The boy smiled, absentmindedly brushing his messy black hair out of his face, his glacier blue looking at the equipment. Duke couldn’t help but feel like there was something off about Danny. Not in Gotham’s usual psycho-maniac-out-to-terrorizer-the-city-and-kill-innocent-people kind of off, more in a he’s not in sync with the rest of the world off. While Chef Herman explained the general structure of various types of kitchen and kitchen hierarchy that Duke was already familiar with, Duke tried to get a read on him. 

Weird did not mean threat, after all many of the Justice League- heck even the local Wayne/Batclan were pretty weird- and they (usually) didn’t mean any harm. It wouldn’t be fair of Duke to jump the horse like that. 

Deciding he should try to be friendly with him, Duke leaned over, “Is it just me or is Chef Herman’s accent totally fake?” he whispered. 

“Oh, Ancients,” Anciets? “I thought I was just going insane.” Danny sighed in relief with a small chuckle. There was a moment of silence between the two of them where no one said anything for longer than socially acceptable and Duke debated using his powers to see if he could find a clue or something. That seemed kinda invasive, though. 

When the Chef had started instructions on making today's recipe, Chocolate Chip Cookies, Danny helped Duke measure out the ingredients. “So,” Danny tried again, “What are you in for?” 

“What am I…” Duke repeated confused, 

Danny chuckled awkwardly, “Like why you joined the club.” 

Duke seriously needed to get his head in the present; this was getting embarrassing. “Oh.” He nodded in understanding, “I’ve always liked cooking,” Duke shrugged, “When I was little my parents and I would always cook together, and it was always one of my favorite things to do. And I’ve kinda always liked it, but I fell off of it for a while with school and stuff,” emphasis on the stuff “I thought joining a club could help me get back into it and get away from… everything.” That was a little more candid than Duke had planned on being with someone he had met quite literally a few minutes ago, but it felt good to have that out of his chest. The pleasant memories of his parents swimming in his mind. Mixing the dry ingredients, “Sorry that was kind of a lot.” Duke laughed genuinely this time. 

“Dude, no it’s actually so cool that you like to cook.” Danny said admiration was easy on his face, and Duke couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. 

“What about you, then?” 

“Ugh,” He groaned jokingly, “You can’t seriously be asking for my lame ass reason after you pulled out the flashbacks.” Danny whined, letting the oven preheat like Chef told them to. 

“C’mon, it’s only fair.” Duke played along, already ahead of the other groups. 

Danny sighed, “Promise you won’t laugh.” 

“Okay, it can’t be that bad.” Duke could already feel the smile cracking on his face. 

“It is.” Danny drawlled, “So I live in the dorms right, and I got to pull some strings and room with one of my friends from back home this year. And well, let’s just say my family has a bit of a reputation for causing problems, and the kitchen definitely wasn’t an exception. One time my dad tried to make some soup for my mom because she got sick.” Duke nodded approvingly, that was a sweet gesture, “It was all fun and games until the bomb squad had to show up and long story short we had to move.” 

“You’re joking.” Duke gaped at the bizarre story, but at Danny’s solemn expression, Duke couldn’t help but be appalled, “A bomb squad over soup.”

“My parents were never really heavy on lab safety,” Danny added, as if that explained everything, “But I burn one pot of water and maybe make a few extra-crispy eggs, and suddenly its all ‘Danny you’re not allowed in the kitchen unless you start taking actual classes’ and ‘Danny that's a biohazard’.” 

“You burned a pot of water.” Duke echoed, Danny nodded innocently, “Water doesn’t burn.”

“Well, maybe you’re just not trying hard enough.” Danny sneered, trying to crack an egg on the corner of the bowl only for all the shell to fall in the bowl and the yolk on the counter. 

“Somehow, I don’t think that’s true.” Duke said, taking the bowl from him and expertly cracking an egg single handedly. Danny looked on in awe. “You said you live in the dorms?” Duke asked easily. 

“Oh yeah, all of the non-local scholarship kids have to.” 

Before Duke could respond, a girl from the station in front of them whips her head around, “You said you’re here on a scholarship?” She asked almost oppressively. 

Danny just as taken aback as Duke felt, “Uh, yeah.” 

“Me, too. Have you heard anything about the Mentorship Program here? Apparently we all have to join.” The girl’s partner was looking between Duke and Danny confused, but returned to their cooking uninterested. 

“Oh, yeah. They make us all join.” Danny nodded. 

“I heard from some of the older kids, that no one actually gets picked for that. It’s just like a weird formality thing.” The girl spoke animatedly, “What department are you in?” 

“Applied physics and engineering design.” The oven beeps that it was ready but no one moved. 

The girl seemed to deflate that answer, “Oh, I’m doing culinary science.” And with that solid conclusionary statement, she turned around and got back to her work station. 

Danny blinked, processing what just happened and slowly turning to look at Duke for proof that just happened. But the second the both of them met each other’s eyes, they burst into a fit of silent laughter. 

Bent vunuralably over the table, trying to catch their breath, they were accosted by Chef Hermon. “The two of you are having a comedy club, not a cooking club.” Chef crossed his arms at the edge of the table. Duke was pretty sure he was trying to sold them, but the fake accent was making it hard to tell. 

Danny cleared his throat and striated up, “Sorry, Sir.” He apologized quickly. 

“Chef.” Hermon peered at them, his hat looking comically large and lopsided on his head now that Duke was getting a closer look. 

“Sorry, Chef.” Duke amended, trying to keep his cool. 

“Yes, finish cooking your cookies.” He nodded satisfied, leaving their station. 

“Okay so,” Duke tried to recount what the last thing they did was, but one look at Danny trying desperately to hold in his laugh had ruined all of Duke’s efforts as well. Barely managing to get their cookies in the oven, over Chef’s fake german accent and floppy oversized chef’s hat. 

“So scholarship for applied physics and engineering design, huh.” Duke recounted from earlier, impressed. 

“Yeah…” Danny trailed off embarrassed, “It sounds kinda snotty.” 

“Dude. That’s literally one of the hardest departments to get into, and the scholarship is no sneeze either. There’s no doubt you worked your butt off to get that.” Duke assured Danny as they sat in their stools waiting for the cookies to finish. 

“Thanks,” Danny smiled sheepishly. They sat in a much more comfortable silence now before Danny spoke again, “What grade are you in by the way?” 

“I’m in 10th. General studies for now, but I was thinking of doing medicine. You?” 

“I could totally see you as a hot-shot doctor.” Danny nodded approvingly, “11th. Technically, I’m your upperclassman then.” 

“Technically?” Duke asked.

“I mean, how old are you?” 

“15.” Duke supplied confused. 

“Me too. I skipped a grade in elementary school, so we’re actually the same age.” Danny explained, sheepishly. 

“Dude, you're actually way smart.” Duke gaped in awe. 

“Hey medicine isn’t a day walk either.” Danny nudged his arm playfully, “I’m glad the mentorship thing is just for show, though. Now that we’re upperclassmen, y’know. I would not want my hands full with some random rich kid.” 

Duke laughed, “Yeah, that definitely sounds like a lot of work.” 

Easily unfolding the conversation into various topics and interests Duke found that he didn’t mind that the cookies were burnt. Or that Danny was definitely weird. But in a good way. Duke was glad they met and would get to hang out and cook with their weird not-German Chef every week. And if Danny and Duke exchanged numbers and planned to hangout outside of club activities, then well who was going to stop them.

[yukuoo]

James Lee x fem!reader

James red hair era

𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂

"I'm convinced no one wants me." You huffed out, complaining to your friend for the 29383829294th time today. You've never had a boyfriend yeah, even when you moved from America to Korea no one has ONCE asked you out. Even if people asked you out in your home town, it was clear that they had bad intentions with you.

Its not the fact that they were shorter than you was the problem.. Well it sort of was but not really— but it was the look in their eye that made you uneasy.

"Uh-huh okay anyways did you hear James got another trophy?" Your friend completely dismissed your complaints which made you Huff. All this talk about James and who didn't even know who he was.

Sure your friend had pointed him out a few times, but his back was turned to you. So you never saw the face to the name. "Really? What type of trophy" you pouted slightly. James seemed like a popular guy, though you were certain that most of the people who tried to approach him wanted him for his fame around school only.

"Poetry!"

"Oh shit, isnt poetry hard?"

".. You know what else is hard—"

"Okay buddy I'm going to stop you right there."

Bidding each other your goodbyes, you made your way to your down the hall, unaware of the pair of eyes that trailed your figure. In just a second, someone tapped your shoulder making you turn around and look at the person responsible for making you acknowledge them.

"Hello there." A smirk appeared on the guys lips, yes he was fairly attractive. And by that he was VERY attractive. You couldn't help but think he was familiar.

"Hello...? Have I seen you around?" Just with that sentence it felt like James's confidence had been crushed. Like a piano fell on top of him. But he didn't mind, thats what he liked about you.

He knew you didn't like popularity or didn't really mind much of the other students, though the downside was that you didn't know him... He knew you were just slow actually.

Like. You were sort of stupid actually.

"James. My names James Lee." He introduced himself while walking closer to you, moving his lollipop to the other side of his mouth to talk to you clearer.

You stared at him for a bit, one second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Click!

"OHH YOU'RE— OHHHHH" it was amusing how it took you a bit to know who he was. A face to the name.

"Yeah."He pretended to wonder for a second soon saying your name. You nodded and smiled.

"Yeah! Whats up?"

"Oh nothing much, just wondering if I could use a bit of your time if you're not in a hurry." Of course you just freed yourself, so you complied with his request. His smile widened, not in a weird way but more so as in a pleased way.

"Sweet okay, I just have a question is all." He wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

"What's your type?"

Your brain short circuited.

There was no way THE James Lee had just asked you that. Of course, you barely payed attention to your friends stories of the guy. He has seemed interesting due to the amount of accomplishments he had done, he was the star student of the whole SCHOOL. Who wouldn't be shocked? Not only that, but he was fairly attractive.

If anything, you were a sore loser compared to him. You were just an average girl, an average social life, and hella shy. Plus you sucked in most of the sports you played that being volleyball and basketball.

So why would a genius like him be asking you this sort of question.

"Uhm... Well.." How were you supposed to tell him that you have NEVER been in a relationship without getting embarrassed.

"I guess someone who can put up with me...?" A chuckle left your lips, your answer sounding more like a question after responding with an unsure tone.

The silence James gave you made it even worse.

"I see." He muttered, the smirk never leaving his lips.

Now holding hands with James after a month you stared at the flowers in the ground.

"Did I just get asked out by James fucking Lee." Only did it take a month for you to actually register that you had been in a relationship with the most popular guy in school.

"Yeah."

"What the fuck."

Omg I posted this kinds of late but someone asked me if it was like another James story here and I had completely forgotten to post where I was inspired by for the story.

@spaceyflowerswriting! I didn't mean for it to look like their story, I was writing it during a school night rlly late so I'm so so sorry if it seemed like I had taken it😭

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hello!

Could I request Masky and Tim and Brian and Hoodie, with having a crush on a reader who is slowly opening up to them more? Like maybe talking more around them and looking less tense, maybe even holding their hand or arm when they’re feeling anxious?

Thank you!

-🐨

Tim, Masky, Brian, and Hoodie developing a crush on the reader!

ooooo hoohoo this is going to be interesting me thinks! finally got a moment to sit down, so im going to knock out from requests yahoo! still taking requests lesgo! written as neither explicitly creepypasta or marble hornets, but tagged as both (break dances) tim and brians parts a little shorter than their counterparts, which.. was unintentional.. sobs..

TIM:

maybe its because i struggle with writing tim in love, but i think he would be tense around you. i was originally going to say awkward, but that doesnt seem quite right... he doesnt avoid you, or treat you any different... but you can tell that theres something on his mind... its going to be like pulling teeth trying to get him to say something. you do find him lingering around more than usual before leaving to do something, also tends to check in on you more than before... but that doesnt mean anything, right..? i mean you guys are still only friends, right??

MASKY:

so you know how i tend to write masky to.. not really be expressive and kind of just there watching the reader, like some sort of little guard dog of sorts who probably has claimed the life of at least on person? yeah take that idea and make it a little more intense because uh oh! hes now starting to have feelings for you and since theyre new there hasnt been time for them to mellow out and chill! do i think he would go the yandere route with you? no, but thats simply because the admin doesnt like the yandere trope in most cases. but do i think he would stick by closer to you and make excuses to hang around you? yes. does he come off as stalkerish if we are assuming the reader and masky dont actually have a relationship? oh yeah 100% but by default i write that you guys interact before any feelings are caught.. leaves you random stuff, like gifts.. or even "offerings" in your room to try to appeal to you and keep your attention. does get a little possessive about you, though

BRIAN:

i think out of the four hes the most open and loose with things, but thats only because of his more easy going and jokester nature (at least according to the silly wiki im reading and what i remember of him). basks in the fact that he can make you laugh and smile, i think thats something really important for him in general when it comes to you but i think it becomes an even bigger deal for him when he starts catching feelings for you. i also think out of the four hes the most likely to tell you about his feelings!

HOODIE:

more mellowed out version of masky, still carries some of brians boldness, i think. probably the third most likely to open up about his feelings, behind tim and before masky. also leaves you little gifts and such in your house somewhere for you to find, though i think he makes a game of it. masky leaves them in plain sight, while hoodie is going to make you look for it. more touchy than usual, tends to hold on longer when you guys share a hug or you pass something to him. also physically stands closer to you than before. the lingering stares. stuff like that. you probably think hes mad at you thanks to the mask and his intimidating height, but rest assured hes just trying to find the best opening to ask you to be his

[seung-mong]

changbin - deadlines

includes: dom! changbin x fem reader, power dynamics if you squint, corruption kink, size kink, use of "sir", praise and degradation, semi-public sex, slight manipulation, overstim, age gap but both are of age:D, changbin is kinda mean and nasty

a/n: prof!changbin is my one true love<3 I DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO @prudenceisntjustcute thank u so so so so much u dont understand how happy i am rn

wc: 3104 :0

catching feelings for him was probably the worst possible decision you ever made. here you are in class, practically drooling all over your desk as you watch him. jisung smirks when he notices your zoned-out state, your eyes hazy and unfocused on him. he walks towards you from the front of the class, having just handed in his work.

"y/n?" his voice snaps you back to reality, jisung leaning over and resting his hands on your desk.

"sungie!" you say a little too enthusiastically, and he chuckles.

"they're serving pizza today for lunch. want me to get you a slice?"

only then do you realize that the rest of the class is packing away their things, filing down the lecture hall. screw you and your stupid daydreams.

"oh! yea i'd really like that, sung! i'll follow after you, i just have to uh- clarify some things with the professor." you get up from your seat, shoving your unused notebook and textbook into your bag.

jisung smiles at you, nodding in understanding and leaving you to walk out of the room, leaving you and your professor completely alone. if only jisung knew it wasn't him you were staring at.

seo changbin stands behind his desk, one hand on his hip, the other flipping through the pile of test papers. if he's aware of your presence in his classroom, he doesnt show it. his eyebrows are furrowed and a small frown tugs on the corner of his mouth as he flips over a specific paper, shaking his head at the answers. his glasses threaten to fall down, and he has to push them back every few minutes.

"professor?" you squeak, taking a tentative step closer to him.

he looks up in your direction, an eyebrow raised. your cheeks warm when he smiles at you, beckoning you forward. "miss y/l/n. i dismissed the class a few minutes ago. was there something you needed?" he asks, his voice floating across the room and filling you with a warm feeling.

'yes, your children please.'

"well, i just had a few questions regarding the last homework you assigned?" you cross over to his desk, gripping onto the strap of your bag so tightly you feel the burn in your palm.

changbin chuckles, motioning for you to sit by his desk. "ah yes, the last homework i assigned…. which was due almost a week ago, correct?" he tilts his head down to look at you over his glasses, a mocking smile on his lips that makes you want to kiss him.

you blush profusely before nodding, taking the seat nearest to where you stood. changbin chuckles before crossing to the front so he was directly across from you. sighing, he sat on the edge of his desk, slightly leaning forward towards you.

"well, i wouldn't mind helping out one of my favorite students." he teases, winking at you.

you almost pass out, but your body reacts before your brain and you start to fish for the assignment in your bag. as you do so, you feel his gaze burning your skin, hot and heavy as he tilts his head to the side, as if assessing something about you. you take the paper out with shaky hands before setting it onto his desk.

changbin straightens up and clears his throat. "to be honest, im surprised you're struggling with the work, y/n. your test papers say otherwise." he walks over behind you, hovering over your shoulder.

the tip of his necktie reaches your shoulder, and all you can think about is him stuffing it into your mouth and gagging you with it.

"well all your answers so far are correct, what are the questions you had in mind?" he places a hand on your shoulder and you feel your stomach twist with anticipation and need.

'you're so hot it should be illegal.'

"thats not a question." changbin chuckles, leaving your side and walking towards his desk.

fuck. did you just say that out loud?

he peers at you from behind his desk, a smug look plastered onto his sharp features. you squirm in the leather seat, your skirt suddenly feeling too hot, irritated by the way it sticks to your thighs. you cant seem to look away from his gaze, and he challenges you, raising an eyebrow. youre the first to break, eyes flying to the homework in front of you.

"i guess i'll just f-finish this and like, pass it to you." you clear your throat, shaking your head and hoping your face hasnt gone red.

changbin hums, taking his glasses off and setting them on his desk, right on top of your paper.

"you could. but still, you failed to meet the deadline. i'd have to deduct points from your work for that." he sighs, shaking his head.

you hate feeling like you disappointed him, your head hanging low as you hear him walk over to you, placing a hand behind your chair.

"y/n." his voice is low, urging you to look up at him. you do, your eyes meeting his and it sends a spark of electricity up across your skin.

"sir?" you squeak, the pen in your hand growing slimy from the sweat on your palms. why was he looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive? not that'd you be complaining.

changbin inhales sharply, the title slipping right out of your mouth and straight down to his hard cock. fuck, why were you so pliant? so needy? just begging to be ruined. he sighs, crossing the classroom towards the door and for a moment you think he's about to ask you to leave- when suddenly he locks it behind him.

this is not happening.

"don't you think you should… make up for all the days you failed to submit your work?" he leans against his desk, and you try extra hard not to check him out because holy fuck you can see the tent in his pants and you're squirming in your seat, thighs clenching tightly against each other.

"i dont-"

"you know what really pisses me off, miss y/l/n?" he sighs, his hands gripping the edge of the table right under his thighs. "you keep chewing on that damn pen, and it's just so distracting." he shakes his head, gesturing towards the pen in your hand.

"but- why?" you squeak, stuffing it discreetly into the pocket of your bag.

changbin scoffs in disbelief. "why? baby you drool all over it and got your pretty lips wrapped around the tip i can't help picturing it's my cock instead."

a wave of heat washes over you, and you can't help the moan that escapes your lips. changbin smirks, gesturing you to walk over to him with a wave of his hand. you hesitate, unsure if you physically can stand up and walk over to him without your legs turning to mush.

"aint got that much time, doll."

and you cross the room in three strides. god you were so eager for him, he fucking knew you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

"so obedient." he hums appreciatively, hands hesitating before resting on your sides. you tense at the contact, and changbin coos, lifting a thumb to swipe under your chin. your eyes meet his, and he scoffs.

"do you know how pathetic you look right now? eyes so wide and needy." he tucks your hair behind your ear, bottom lip jutting out into a mocking pout.

you nod, tensing when changbin's hands find purchase on your waist, squeezing slightly. suddenly you're wearing too many pieces of clothing, despite the fact that all you had on was a simple tee. you wanted it off, wanted to feel his hands on your body.

"but i'll take care of you." changbin smirks when he sees your eyes slowly close, already submitting to him.

you wait patiently for him to do something, anything. you feel his hand pull you closer to him by your nape, his lips instantly finding yours. your heart is in your throat when the teacher growls against your mouth, tilting his head to the side and brushing your lower lip with his tongue. you instantly give in to him, not wanting to put up a fight when you know just how badly you wanted this to happen.

you stable yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders, screaming internally when you feel the muscles straining against his white dress shirt. you want nothing more than to rip it off of him. he situates you on his thigh, letting you not-so-subtly grind against his muscle. your whines spill into his mouth and he drinks every single sound you make. it heads straight to his cock and he can't wait to feel you around him.

changbin growls when you pull on his hair, hands harshly gripping you by the under of your thighs and lifting you, just to place you on his desk.

"what would your cute little classmates think," changbin coos, fingers wandering dangerously close to your clothed heat. pinching and squeezing the soft fat of of your thighs. "if they knew what a little slut you are f'me? u know im much older, dont you?"

you whimper at his degrading tone, hands resting on the desk behind you.

"you could have any guy in this class if you wanted. you know that right, baby?" he teases you, fingers gently lifting up your skirt and exposing your underwear.

"d-dont want them. only you." your voice comes out small and pathetic, and changbin fucking loved how small he was making you feel.

"yea?" he grabs your hand from behind you, guiding it onto his crotch and making you squeeze. his cock is hard against your touch, and you gasp at the size of his bulge. "guess they won't be able to fill you up good like i will, huh?"

you nod frantically, desperate for him to just hurry up and touch you. changbin notices this, chuckling lightly and pulling your underwear down painfully slow. he takes a good look at your arousal dripping down your slit and takes a deep breath, sucking in his teeth.

"you're so wet, doll. bet i could slide right in without prepping ya."

you nod eagerly, locking your legs around his hips and pulling him closer to you. he groans at the action, hands gripping onto your thighs so tightly you're sure it'll bruise. you watch with wide eyes when changbin does quick work of undoing his belt, letting it hang in the loops. he unbuttons his pants and lets it fall, just enough for him to pull his cock out.

it won't fit.

he smirks when he sees the hint of worry in your eyes, stare fixed on his cock. changbin tuts at you, one hand wrapping around his base and the other on your chin.

"you'll be a good girl and take it for me, right?" he asks sweetly, dipping the head of his cock and running it along your slit, catching all your slick and rubbing it against him to provide some sort of lubrication. you shiver when it catches on your clit, granting you some sort of friction. you roll your hips eagerly against his, the movement causing your skirt to bunch around your waist.

"i- i dont know. i-i've never…. not this big-"

and knowing that he's ruined you of every other cock almost makes him cum on the spot. instead, he scoffs at your pathetic pout, tightly gripping your waist and pulling you closer to the edge of his desk.

one hand rests on his abdomen while the other supports you from behind, trying to slow him from entering you too quickly. it makes his skin burn, knowing that he's quite literally splitting you open.

"well, i'll go slow." he coos, tip of his cock already prodding at your entrance. you take in a sharp breath when you feel him breach you, just the head of his cock in and you're already faintly dizzy.

"awh, come on baby. you can do it, right?" he takes your hand away from him, not allowing you to stop him from pushing in.

"y-yes sir." you whimper, and those words are enough for changbin to snap, eyes closing from pleasure and abandoning all sense of logic, hoping you won't be too mad at him. with a growl, he loops your thighs over his arms, his hands finding your hips and pulling you flush against him so his cock is fully sheathed in you.

you squeal from the burning sting, tears brimming in your eyes when you feel the tip of his cock in your stomach.

"fucking tight, i'm sorry baby. i'll make it up to you, hmm?" changbin mumbles, setting a brutal pace and ignoring your broken moans and whimpers. every thrust knocks the wind out of you, the sound of the desk rattling under your ass the only sound in the room besides your professor's pants into your neck.

"s'big." you whine, clutching desperately onto his shoulders as he pistons in and out of you. you feel the tip of his cock just subtly brush against the spot you need him the most, and you realize he's doing it on purpose, only thrusting in about half of his cock.

"is it?" changbin scoffs, biting down on your neck and making you mewl. he knows it's sick, knows it's one of the oldest rules in the book- never fuck the students. but it's also one of the most neglected rules.

"m-more, please sir." you beg, hands flying to his ass and trying to push him in deeper yourself.

he groans when you do, pulling away to see you so fucked out, eyes hazy and drool spilling out of your open mouth. he bends down to lick at it, before kissing you roughly.

"more? baby if i gave you any more you'll be ruined." changbin pants against your mouth, but doesn't miss the way you clench even tighter around him.

"does my baby want that? to be so ruined no other cock could ever. please. you." he emphasizes each word with a thrust, and you try your hardest not to scream out loud, knowing that if someone were to look into the small window by the door, you'd be in trouble.

despite the burning stretch in your lower area, you nod. you want him to ruin you. you want him to be the only one who could fuck you this good.

"awh my cute little slut, just want to feel all of sir's cock right?" his thrusts are harsher now, pulling you and fucking you onto his cock.

"y-yes, please sir!" you plead, and it's enough for changbin to give in with a groan, lifting your leg up to his shoulder to get a better angle. you gasp when his cock kisses your g-spot, clawing at his back for him to keep going.

"oh, there? like this?" changbin teases, a smug grin on his face as he drives his cock into you with purpose.

"p-please i cant-" you're stuttering, too drunk on the pleasure of his cock in you.

"you can, and you will." changbin growls, hand sneaking down in between you and fingers rubbing rough circles onto your clit.

you cum almost instantly, the pads of his rough fingers pressing down onto you. you cover your mouth with the back of your hand, but this displeases him. he moves your hand away, instead kissing you to capture the sounds of your muffled cries. changbin's chest fills with pride at the sight of your legs shaking around him, and it's almost enough to send him over the edge.

he doesn't stop his pace, still driving into you as you come down from your high. but this time, his thrusts are deeper, rougher, only thought in mind is getting himself off.

"sir, please. s'too much." you whine, placing your hand on his lower abdomen in a feeble attempt to stop him.

he ignores your plea, wrapping his hand around your wrist and driving even deeper into you.

"shut the fuck up, and take it." changbin growls, too obsessed with the way your pussy wraps around him. you whimper, closing your eyes and trying to focus on the pleasure that he brings you.

"i'm gonna fill you up, and then you're gonna thank me. got it?" changbin groans against your chest, his forehead dipping down onto the soft fabric of your top. you nod, eager for him to spill into you.

"good fucking girl." his voice comes out heavy and almost cracking as you feel his cum spill into you, wincing slightly at the warmth that settles into your lower abdomen.

"fuck, you're such a good girl." he breathes against your forehead, catching your lips in another affectionate kiss as he pulls out. as you lay there catching your breathe, you feel his thick fingers enter you again, pushing his cum further into you. you whine, and changbin chuckles.

"sorry, cant help it. you look too fucking hot with my cum spilling out of you like that."

you blush at his words, throwing an arm over your face. changbin laughs at you, taking your hand away and giving you one last kiss.

"go put your underwear on and keep my cum in you, alright?" changbin's tone is soft despite the lewdness of his words. you nod, hopping off his desk and shuffling his underwear on. you look at him expectantly as he fixes his pants, straightening up his tie.

"awh, baby what is it?" he catches the way he looks at you, and he grins, knowing he has you in the palm of his hand.

"will- uhm. will this happen again or is this more of a one time thing?" you mumble meekly, picking your bag up from the ground and slinging it over your shoulder.

changbin smirks at you, shrugging his shoulders playfully. "depends, let's see how many assignments you fail to submit." he wraps an arm around your waist and takes the late homework in your hand.

"oh by the way," changbin delivers a playful slap to your ass before you turn to leave his classroom. "tell you're little friend that it's rude to snoop." he winks at you, and you tilt your head in confusion.

that is until you turn around and come face to face with jisung, peeking in from the window. his mouth open in shock, and you're frozen in fear. but what you can't see, from behind the wall is the painful hard-on he sports in his suddenly tight jeans.

[luvanniiee]

Chill and Unwind .

non-idol!felix x gn/afab reader

synopsis : you come home from a hard day of work , feeling overwhelmed by everything , your bf felix helps you relax and forget about everything thats troubling you .

warnings : smut mdni , established relationship , sub!reader , softdom!felix , unprotected sex (wrap it or it falls off) , sensual massaging , reader has a vagina , oral (f & m receiving) , cunnilingus , oils , vanilla sex , everything is soft here , breeding , multiple orgasms , overstimulation , slight edging , pet names like baby , princess and things like that. lmk if i missed anything:)

a/n : hii its annie here and uh this is my first story on this app , so be nice ! also i got this inspo from a porn vid 💀 . dont ask , anyways enjoy !! lowercase intended

wrd cnt : 200 +

story under cut !! ;)

9:23 pm

youre driving home from work , tired as usual . the boss always gives you a hard time . what do you expect when theres a deadline coming up ? but today , he was a little rougher this time . he was so pushy . do this y/n , he would say , or get this done , he would add . it was too much. everyone moving around fast , it made you feel overwhelmed . you just couldnt wait until you were home with your loving boyfriend .

and now youre pulling in the driveway to the house you shared with him . lee felix , he sure was a catch . hes so beautiful in all aspects , sometimes you would dread bringing him along to the stores , people would stare a little too hard at him sometimes . it made you feel proud that you were the only one lucky enough to be with him . but it also made you feel jealous because of those men and women eye fucking whats yours .

hey baby , someone said snapping you out of your thoughts . you hadnt even realized you walked in the house . oh ! hey felix , you said . you set your keys down and gave him a hug and kiss . you must not have realized that you were almost clinging on to him . when he tried to back up , you would only hold him closer . hard day baby ? he said . yeah , my boss was being a cunt again, rushing everyone for a stupid deadline .

oh , my poor baby . im glad i ran your bath , go on and get in it baby , and when you get out , daddy will give you a nice massage to help you chill and relax , okay ? he said . you nodded and went upstairs to take that bath .

11:14 pm

you’ve finished your shower and felix was sitting on the bed waiting for you . you smiled at him softly and made your way over to the bed . since you were only in your towel , felix took it off of you and laid you face down on the bed . ready? he asked . you nodded , and felix got up , grabbed the vanilla scented oil and poured it into his hand .

he rubbed his hands together and laid them on your skin . you shivered at the contrast of his warm hands vs the cold air , forming goosebumps on your skin . feel alright princess ? he asked before he massaged you . you hummed in agreement . and he started his massage .

you felt his hands moving down your lower back , towards your ass . the way his hands gently gripped and soothed your muscles really turned you on . do you like it honey ? he asked . yes felix , your hands feel nice . you say lifting your head to speak . he chuckled lightly at your response . and you smiled to yourself .

11:35 pm

felix has you on your back now , so youre facing him . his lips are on yours , kissing you passionately , lovingly , making you forget about everything that worried you . you felt safe in this moment , you felt vulnerable being naked in front of him . his hands massage your boobs , while kissing you . you grind your hips upwards to ease the tension you felt down there . you needed friction , he was more than willing to give it to you . but he wanted to take his time .

as his hands traveled down your body , his mouth traveled down as well . kissing and sucking on each nipple . taking his time to appreciate you . his efforts to make you feel better made you really hot . as his hands travel from your stomach to your lower body , he stops just above your pussy . not touching it , but enough to make you need him more . i know you need me here , your love juice is coming out a lot . he said. i wont keep you waiting my love , i know you want me to make you feel good . he added.

so he took two fingers , and slowly played with your clit . it wasnt much , but it was enough to make you whine for more . please felix i need it so bad . you said . he gave you what you wanted by speeding up . he took his thumb and circled your clit with it while his middle and pointer fingers were deep inside you . aw fuck d..daddy it feels s’good . you moaned out . that only fueled his desire for you . so he leaned down and replaced his thumb with his mouth .

the feeling of his mouth gently sucking on your clit , was too much for you . in a matter of seconds , felix had you moaning and panting as you released . your eyes rolling back , and back lifting up off the bed . the more you were coming down , the more you realized that felix was still sucking at your clit . the overstimulation quick to set in . s . stop i already came . you moaned as you tried to push him away . he got up and took his fingers out slowly . he brought them to his mouth and sucked on them . moaning at the flavor .

he looked at you , with his fingers still in his mouth , and fingers wet with your cum and his spit . he took his fingers from his mouth and kissed you on your lips . you moaned at both the flavor and the fact that his boner was pushing against your sensitive clit . he grinded himself into you , seeking a slight relief from how hard he was .

baby , can you help daddy out ? he asked . he sounded a bit needy , so you couldnt keep him waiting . he leaned back on his knees and you sat forward . you wasted no time taking his pants off , revealing his erection . it slapped against his lower abdomen , causing a slight noise . he moaned as you took him in your hand . his precum leaking out from his tip . you gave him kitten licks causing him to whine . stop teasing me baby , put it in your mouth now . he groaned . you obeyed him .

thinking about the times where you teased too much and he ended up punishing you , you took him in your mouth as soon as he finished his sentence . his hips stuttered due to his sensitivity , as you were sliding him down your throat , he grabbed some of your hair and pushed himself more in your mouth . you gagged because of his size and how far he was down your throat . it sent pleasure waves down to your pussy making you drip on the bed . although you were still a little sensitive from the mind blowing orgasm he gave you , you wouldnt mind going again .

fuck y/n … you..youre mouth is s’good . he moaned . his moans always turned you on . you subconsciously moaned , making him thrust his hips forward , pushing himself down your throat even more . fuck stop … stop i dont want to cum yet . he groaned forcing himself out of your mouth . with a pop , his dick was out of your mouth . you caught your breath and wiped your mouth clean from the spit .

he kissed you and laid you back down . he spread your legs and put them on both sides of him. he looked at you , desperation , lust , love , need in his eyes . you gave him a nod and with that , he slowly pushed himself into you . both of you moaned at the stretch . although you guys have had sex before , you werent quite used to him yet .

he pushed himself all the way until your pubic areas were meeting . he sat there for a few minutes , letting you adjust to him . and also keeping himself from ending it all by cumming . move now daddy , you moaned as you grind your hips into him . okay baby . was all he said before thrusting slowly into .

his size was so incredible , always making you feel full of him . you whined as he kept pushing himself deep and slowly into you . i..ah…i want more daddy please . you begged him , you wanted him to speed up , which is what he did . he fucked himself into . both of you moaning loud . it was almost like a competition of who can moan loudest . mmgh fuck…fuck me babe , so tight an..nngh..and good for me . he moaned out , the last part coming out as a whisper .

his praise compared to how deeply and fast he was fucking you , had your head spinning . you felt yourself getting closer and closer each snap of his hips . fel…fuck daddy im gonna cum ! you moaned loudly . he brought his hand down to rub your clit , pushing you over your limit . you came with a loud cry of his name . fuck felix ! you screamed. he slowed down enough to help you through your orgasm .

soon as your breathing slowed , he sped back up . chasing his own high . you could tell he was close . his breathing was uneven , his eyes closed tightly , biting his lip , his hips sloppily thrusting into you . fuck fuck fuck y/n i… aw fuck im cumming i..m cu… he came with a loud moan of your name . he stills his hips and releases his cum into .

as if his cock wasnt filling enough , his cum filled the tiny space his cock wasnt touching . he shakes with each sharp thrust , gasping as each rope of cum shoots out . his eyes roll back and his head falls back . then his head falls forward looking at the mess hes made . he slowly pulls himself out , and watches as some of his cum leaks out .

he pushes it back in you , not wanting to waste it . you twitch a little from the aftershocks , and he looks up and smiles at you . let me clean you up , and then we can talk more about that day you had . he spoke up . how could anyone have energy after that ?

he drew the bath , and yall cleaned up . as soon as you hit the bed , your eyes start to close . now about that day … he said but then realized that you had fallen asleep . he kissed your cheek and turned off the light .

i hope that you guys enjoyed this ! i hope it was good for the first time ! ill be making more soo put in some recs !!

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[pinkandlilacroses]

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Angel - Paige bueckers

part 1

• summary {when an unsuspecting girl falls for the basketball star}

•warnings {none (for now)}

•comment if you would like to be added to the taglist

bellas pov

“Im just saying, a rom com romance would be fantastic tight now” I state to my best friend, Avery. “i mean everyday is the same thing over and over” i continue. I can tell she doesn’t care, Avery’s been in a relationship with her high school sweetheart, Jake since freshman year.

“you need to stop being desperate” she says scooting closer to me on our couch.

this may sound rude, but thats just how Avery is, ane i guess ive gotten used to it

“nobody understands me” i say dramatically as i get up and walk towards my room.

“remember, we are going out tonight” Avery yells

fuck. i forgot.

i hate going out, theres to many people

i feel like sometimes Avery relyes on me, i mean sometimes i wanna hang out with other people, not just her. Avery on the other hand, im her only friend and i understand why, i love her but she is so mean to any and everyone that she comes across.

a few hours pass and i begin getting ready. i put on a matching pink set with a tube top and a mini skirt, i feel cute, i cant wait for this to get ruined by a bunch of drunk, sweaty college students.

i know i take a while to get ready, i mean its taken me two hours to pick my outfit and do my hair and i haven’t even started my makeup yet. my excuse is that you can never rush perfection.

“bella cmon we gotta go” Avery yells, ‘how is she ready so early’ i think to myself, finishing my coat of mascara.

“ok, ok, im ready” i say 20 minutes later. i can tell shes pissed, but it doesn’t bother me.

“your so dramatic, its a 5 minute walk” Avery says, annoyed, as always.

“i am not made for walking”

its only been 5 minutes since our arrival and i want to leave

“hey baby” a clearly drunk guy says, while he slyly brings his hand to my bare waist.

“who are you” i say, bluntly

“hey loosen up princess” he says, getting closer

i do like that nickname. but i hate him.

“im gonna go now”

i dont know if im straight, to be honest. i was raised in a household where anything but straight was a sin, so i never really questioned my interests. but whenever i see a girl who is tall and strong, my straightness goes out the window, and i feel like im sinning. ive never done anything with a girl before and im scared, i dont know if i ever would.

i walk away from the drunk man and towards the bar

“oh my god im so sorry” ‘fuck. why am i so clumsy’, i say to the girl i bumped into

“nah your all good” she says, looking down at me

i hadn’t looked at her, but now that i am. i never wanna stop. shes tall and blonde.

“hi, im paige” she says, breaking my admiration.

“im bella” i say, shamelessly checking her out

she has on grey sweatpants and a black tshirt. hot.

“do you go here” she says, continuing the conversation.

“uh, yeah, im a junior” i say, stuttering. why am i stuttering

“are you nervous?” she says, bringing her face closer to my own. yes, i am so nervous, you make me so nervous, ohmygodohmygodohmygod

“no” i say, unconvincingly.

“you sure?” she questions again. im not ok

“your on the basketball team, right?” i say, attempting to shift the conversation

she chuckles

“yeah” she states, moving back to her original position, further away from me. come back

“have you heard of me” she says, cockily

“i think everyone has here” i say, to be honest, i dont know anything about basketball. but ive heard of her before and her eyes have me trapped, there so blue and inviting.

what am i saying

“i wanna know more about you though” she whispers, moving closer than before.

“what do you wanna know” i say wrapping my arms around her neck. i dont know where all this confidence has came from

“yo paige” some girl says, she turns around and breaks the position we were in.

“iceee” she says, dapping up her teammate

im offended.

i make my way from her and towards my friend group. i want to go home

“was that you flirting with paige bueckers”

“we were just talking, shes not interested”

“girl, paige would be interested in a tree if it had a pussy, she is definitely interested” chanel says

everyone laughs. but me

im confused, why am i attracted to her, i like men, not women.

“bella cmon, lets get you home” Avery says, i mentally thank her from saving me from this conversation.

i tuck myself into bed after taking my outfit and makeup off and get ready for my favourite activity. sleep, until.

xxx-xxx-xxx

- hey is this bella?

what the fuck. do i have a stalker

bella

- yes

xxx-xxx-xxx

- hahah thank god

- this is paige

what the fuck

A/N - first fic, how do we feeeelllllllll

[luvxxriki]

can you do enhypen reaction to your new haircut and seeing it for the first time please

thats such a cute idea oml

pairing - ot7 x fem!reader (different scenarios)

genre - fluff, established relationship(s)

warnings (but not really) - petnames (for reader and members), some pda in jays, jake is a little stupid surprised, jungwons and sunghoons are a little similar, reader threatens to kill riki (in a loving way...), riki's is a bit longer than the others because bro fucked up☠

wc - 1k (a bit over 100 per member) (except for riki, his is 289)

notes - tysm for the req, i hope you like it! 🫶🩷

Lee Heeseung

After what felt like forever, you finally got home from your hair appointment. It didn't even take long, just a simple cut and style. But what made it feel like years was the fact that you couldn't wait to show Heeseung. He knew you were going out, but you never said anything about your hair. 

"Hee?" You called out. You heard his footsteps approaching the kitchen and he leaned on the doorframe, a few feet away from you. He looked at you with a smile and came a bit closer, examining your new style.

“When’d you do that?” He put one hand around your waist and used the other to (gently) touch your hair. 

“I just got home, when I said I was going shopping I actually had a hair appointment”

“It’s so pretty baby, it suits you so well” Heeseung pecked your lips and leaned back to get a better look at your hair. 

You could tell he definitely loved it.

Jay Park

“All done! Do you like it?” Your hairdresser asked. You smiled brightly and got out of the chair, thanking her and walking towards your boyfriend who sat on his phone in the waiting area of the salon. 

“Jay,” You called. “I’m all done, how does it look?” 

“He got up out of the chair and smiled. “Beautiful as always. Want me to pay?” You playfully rolled your eyes at his offer and grabbed his hand to walk out of the salon.

“I already paid, don’t worry”

“Then at least let me take you to dinner. You look so beautiful, you have to show it off somewhere!” He pulled you into a soft kiss as you exited the salon.

“Fine, lets go!”

Jake Sim

“Baby, what should we- Your hair!” Jake walked into your bedroom and the first thing he noticed was your freshly cut and dyed hair. Yes, maybe you should’ve told him, but where's the fun in that?

“Do you like it?” You looked up at him while he sat next to you on your bed. He grabbed a chunk of it to take a closer look. It was beautiful on you, the dark red highlights suited your features perfectly. It was just a bit jarring at first, that's all.

“It's so pretty, just caught me off guard” He laughed nervously. He really did love it though. He sat near you properly and continued playing with your hair, while you giggled at his actions.

“So you really do like it?”

“Nuh uh, I loveee it”

Park Sunghoon

“Do you notice anything?” You sat down on the couch near Sunghoon while he was watching some random show. He turned his head towards you and scanned your body a few times, before raising his eyebrow.

“New shirt?”

“You got this for me like three months ago?” You looked at him, your eyes basically saying ‘you can’t be serious’

“I know, it goes good with your haircut,” He smiled.

Your face lit up and you leaned in closer to him. “So you noticed? Does it look good?”

“It looks beautiful angel” He kissed your cheek and leaned back in his seat, going back to watching whatever he was watching while playing with your hair.

Kim Sunoo

“Sunoo, come here!” You yelled for your boyfriend, who was probably already doing his night time routine because he got tired of waiting for you to be done at your hair appointment.

“I'm doing my skincare, come in the bathroom!” He yelled back. You walked in and saw him with a face mask on and his hair tied into a little ponytail on top of his head. “Finally, you’re back! Lemme see your hair”

He turned away from the mirror to look at your hair. “Wow, it’s so pretty! Your bangs frame your face well” He smiled as he ruffled your hair. You hit his hand away from your head and backed up.

“Don’t touch, I just got it done!” 

Yang Jungwon

“Hey babe” Jungwon kissed your lips as you walked through the door. He knew you had just gotten your hair done, so he paid extra care to look at it a bit closer today.

“Your hair looks really nice! She did a good job” He gently twirled a strand around his finger, making sure to not mess up the loose curls your hair was styled into.

“Thank youuu” You smiled “It didn’t take long either, I think I’ll go back next time!”

“You should! That lady really knows what she’s doing, it looks beautiful” He patted your head and led you to the living room, where you guys cuddled and continued talking about your days while Jungwon played with your hair.

Nishimura Riki

“Nishimura Riki, what did you do?!” You shrieked. You knew your boyfriend could be dumb, but not this dumb.

“I’m so so sorry baby, it got in the way and I didn’t notice!” He tried to comfort you and say it didn’t look bad, but he was just making it worse for himself.

You needed some help cutting the tag off of your shirt, and Riki so kindly offered to help. While he was cutting the tag though, he didn't realize your hair had gotten in between the blades of the scissors. Now, your mid-length hair had a nice big chunk taken out of it.

“How do you not notice something like that?! I swear I’m gonna kill you Riki!” 

“Baby please, I’ll take you to the salon right now, I’ll even pay!” He grabbed your hand and caressed the back of it with his thumb to try to calm you down.

“Yea, you will! Let’s go” You basically dragged him out of the house and into the car so he could drive you to your hair salon.

Time skip

“All done! See, it’s not bad, you look amazing with short hair!” You hair dresser complimented as you both walked over to the front desk where Riki would be paying. Once his wallet was drained, he took your hand and you guys left the salon.

“See, I told you! You look so pretty no matter what, but I really like this style on you!” He smiled. You tried your best to not show that you agreed, but he could see the very obvious smile on your face when he complimented you.

“Maybe it wasn’t that big of a mistake!”

“Don’t push your luck, Ki, I still wanna kill you”

[literallylexa]

DEAN X READER:

FOREVER AFTER ALL

IMAGINE SMUT

Imagine: You die and your life flashes before your eyes, how you met Dean Winchester. You wait for Dean to finally arrive in heaven. CONTAINS SMUT

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BEFORE:

Scenes of your past flash before your eyes as you lay dying. The first time you met Dean Winchester you had already fallen in love with him.

“Hello this is my partner Agent Smith and I am also Agent Smith..uh no correlation.” Dean smiles at you. “We are following up on a missing persons case. Your friend, or uh roommate?”

The night before you had come home to your friend slaughtered. Fingers chopped off and a slit neck. “Yes, how can I help you?” You ask, a sad tone in your voice.

“Did your friend have any enemies? Anyone who would want to hurt her?” Dean asks.

“No. She was a very friendly person. However…I don’t know you might think I’m crazy but the nights leading up to her..murder.” You choke, “She was saying that she saw her ex boyfriend. But he’s been dead for almost 2 months now.”

“What was the name of her ex?”

••

You’re stuck in a salt circle. The ghost trying to get through to kill you. You clutch onto Dean’s jacket tightly, legs shaking. Even though you’ve only known him for a day, you trusted him. He was strong, handsome, confident, and comforting. “I got you. Nothing will happen to you. Sammy should be done any moment now.” Dean looks down at you with a soft smile. His green eyes making contact with yours, making you blush. The next second, the ghost burns away into thin air. Everything was quiet. You hug Dean, standing on your tippy toes to reach his neck. His thick, muscular arms wrapping around your small frame, holding your waist.

Sam and Dean leave town after that. “So ghosts, vampires, and just monsters are real, huh?” You ask Dean.

“Unfortunately…But hey, here’s my number. In case you see or hear anything. Call me immediately.” Dean grabs your phone and puts his number in. You blush even harder. “You can’t stay for longer?” You ask Dean, hope gleaming in your eyes.

“I’m sorry sweetheart but no. We gotta hit the road. Take care of yourself okay?”

You grab Dean by his shirt and pull him down to your lips. He’s taken by surprise by your actions, but ultimately pulls you in closer, grabbing your hips and grinds against his. His lips are soft and wet, crashing against yours you feel out of breath. “For the road.” You say breaking apart, face hot and red. Dean bites his lips and says goodbye, getting into Baby and driving away.

••

After that encounter, you started to hunt on your own, mostly giving hunters tips of locations and the possible supernatural creatures. “Glad you could make it.” You say to Dean. “You called, I answered.” He chuckles. You guys hug, you take a deep breath. It feels like the whole in your heart was filled again. Excitement, love, and arousal filled your body. Dean was the sexiest man you’ve ever seen. Not to mention having an amazing personality too. If only he wasn’t a hunter, maybe you’d have a chance to actually be together. His eyes linger for a little bit too long on your lips and breasts. As you walk in front of him to your apartment you can feel him staring at your ass too. “You want a beer?” You ask opening the fridge. “Always.” Dean looks around your apartment, picking up old pictures of you and your deceased dog. The room is silent, however the sexual tension between you two did not go unnoticed.

“So!” You exclaim tapping the table top. “What have you been up to?”

Dean takes a gulp of his beer and sets it down. “Oh you know the same old stuff. Hunting.”

“Speaking of hunting. Thats why I called you here. I’m pretty sure a demon is possessing my neighbor.” You say quickly, trying not to make the conversation even more awkward than it already is.

“What?!” Dean yells, walking over to you. “Nah uh you’re not about to have a demon next door. Pack up your things, we are staying at a motel until we get this figured out.”

••

Unfortunately for the bed, but fortunately for you, the motel only had one bed- no couch. “We can just share the bed.” You say sheepishly. Dean smirks, “There’s a lot of things we can share on the bed.” You giggle and punch his shoulder. He’s not lying though. There’s many things that you’d like to share with him on that bed. Many things.

You and Dean end up exorcising the demon. Luckily the person was still alive, you call the ambulance to have them picked up. “Good job back there.” Dean says, looking at you up and down.

You know that things would never get that far with Dean, but it didn’t stop you from being so incredibly attracted to him. Maybe he felt the same way. Dean steps closer to you, lifting up your chin to look at him, brushing hair out of your face. He crashes his lips against yours, picking you up and setting you on the counter. With your legs wrapped around his waist, he grinds up against you. Dean groans from the friction, a bulge growing in his pants. His hands run up and down your body, caressing your curves. He finds his way under your shirt, massaging your breasts. You moan from his touch, oh very badly did you crave it. You unbutton your shirt and he grins, taking your bra off exposing your breasts, the coldness of the room hardening your nipples. Dean licks his lips and begins to take one nipple in his mouth, kissing, licking, and biting it while his hand twists and massages the other. You put a hand through his soft short hair, needing more of him. You tug at his flannel to take it off. He obliges, removing his flannel and shirt, leaving you both naked from the waist up. “You’re beautiful.” Dean says in between kisses.

“Want to take this to the bedroom?” You ask Dean. He picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. He lays you gently down on the bed, he kisses from your breasts down to your belly, stopping at the hem of your pants. He unbuttons them, lifting your legs up to take them off. “You’re already soaking wet for me baby.” Dean groans, seeing your wet panties. He takes them off greedily, drooling at the sight of your pussy. His stubble brushes across your inner thighs as he begins to lick at your folds. You gasp when he sticks his warm tongue inside you. “(Y/N) you taste so good.” Dean says. He continues to tongue fuck you until the point you can’t take it anymore. However, before you can orgasm he stops. He couldn’t handle anymore foreplay. He needs his cock to be inside of you. He begins to unbutton his pants and you wait in anticipation to see what he’s been hiding. His cock pops out from his boxes, already leaking pre cum from his long dick. You squirm, desperately needing him inside you. “Please Dean.” You cry. “Not yet. You need to get it wet first.” Dean manages to say. He helps you sit up facing his cock. He strokes it a couple times, massaging his balls in the process. You grab his cock and lick him from the base to the tip, swirling it around on your tongue. Then, slowly putting the tip in your mouth, down the shaft, to the base of his large cock, getting use to the length. Dean moans almost embarrassingly loud, twitching at your movements. You lick up and down his long cock, tasting every inch of him. His balls were hanging low, you get off the bed and onto your knees, you grab his balls and put them both in your mouth, his dick hitting your forehead has you do so. Dean grips your hair into a ponytail, moaning out your name. “Fuck (Y/N).” Dean groans, then throwing you onto the bed, your ass facing him. Before you both even have time to think about putting on a condom, his dick rubs against your pussy lips becoming slippery. “Please fuck me Dean!” You cry out, becoming sexually frustrated, you need him inside you.

He slowly slides his cock into your pussy, “Baby you’re so tight.” You feel every inch of Dean as he slides into you, taking his length in full. With your pussy already leaking wet, Dean starts off with a slow pace, grabbing you by the hips, getting a rhythm. He is already hitting all the sweet spots, something no other man could do for you. “Dean you feel so good inside me.” You moan out, clutching the blankets beneath you. Dean had already wanted to cum the second he went inside you, so nice and tight, so wet for him. He speeds up his rhythm, slamming his cock deep inside your pussy, making you cream all over his cock. Your moans, screams, skin slapping, and the wetness from your pussy fill the air as he ruthlessly fucks you.

Dean pushes your head down onto the bed, grabbing your ass and smacking it leaving red hand marks. Dean has never been this horny in his life before, you are just so irresistible to him. Dean was in a trance by hearing your moans for him, taking all of his dick inside your pussy. “You’re taking my cock so good baby.” Dean moans out, feeling like he’s going to cum soon. Dean stops and pulls out, turning you over on your back, legs up in the air resting on his shoulders. Once again he slams into you, filling you up whole. He leaves lingering kisses along your breasts and neck as you moan out his name. Dean didn’t want this to end, he could go all night with you, and you could do the same. “Fuck I’m about to cum!” Dean yells, pulling out and squirting his hot cum all over your pussy lips. You giggle looking down at his mess. You’re still horny, needing to cum. You start to play with your clit, massaging his hot cum all over your pussy lips. Dean gasps as he sees you doing so, gently sticking one finger inside you as you play with your clit. You moan out as he rubs your g-spot, adding in another finger as he continues. This was all too much for you to handle, after a couple minutes of doing so, you cream all over his fingers and he gladly licks it off his fingers.

The night continues of you and Dean not getting enough of each other, fucking and cumming until you fall asleep for the night.

••

After that night, Dean invited you to stay at the bunker with Sam and him. Sometimes Cas showed up. “I just want to keep you safe.” Dean admits. You’ve known each other for a couple years now, texting back and forth and exchanging phone calls and stories, occasionally seeing each other once a month or so. You pack up all your things and move into the bunker with the boys. You and Dean end up being official a couple weeks after that. You buy new furniture and decor for the boys room, “Trying to make it more homey.” You say.

Life seemed to be almost perfect. Until one faithful day.

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NOW:

“Dean!” You scream out, the demon grabbing you by the neck, choking you.

“Let her go, now.” Dean spits, raising a gun.

The demon stabs your gut, letting you fall to the ground. “I let her go.” The demon snickers.

By the time Dean gets over to you and the demon, they vanish. Dean holds you as you lay dying. “No baby please stay with me.” Dean says in desperation.

“I love you, Dean.” You choke out, blood flowing down your face. Your eyes meet his for one last time, and then you see bright white.

••

“I can’t leave.” You say to the reaper, looking at Dean as he’s sobbing over your body. “It’s too early, we didn’t get to spend our life together. We didn’t get out the life, we didn’t have any children or animals together.” You cry, a pain in your heart, too unbearable to deal with anymore.

“You know what will happen if you stay.” The reaper puts a cold hand on your sunken shoulders. “All those angry spirits you hunt, you will become one.”

“Will I see him again, wherever I go?” You ask.

“I can’t tell you that.” The reaper smiles, “It’s okay to go.”

You leave Dean a cold kiss on his forehead, he looks up shocked. “(Y/N)?” He says, looking around. He could feel your presence.

“Goodbye, Dean.” You say as you walk through the light.

••

Heaven. On the other side it’s beautiful. Mountains covered with large pine trees. A river flows underneath a bridge. The echoing of birds chirping fill the air. A small house, perfect as you could ever imagined lives on the top of the hill, watching over the river. You enter it, pictures of your family, friends, and Dean hang on the walls. Tears fills your eyes, you miss Dean. A knock at the door brings you back to your senses. You open the door, revealing John and Mary Winchester. Both smiling as they hold housewarming gifts. You’ve never met either of them before, but they seemed to know who you were, as they were always watching over Dean.

“Dean will be here soon.” Mary comforts you, placing a gentle hand on your back.

••

You spend the next couple weeks doing the things you love the most. Cooking all your favorite foods, swimming in the always warm water, drinking your favorite liquor. Everyone’s heaven is together. Sometimes you’d go up to the Winchesters house and have dinner, sometimes you’d go fishing with Bobby. Ellen and Joe were there sometimes too; along with all the other hunters you’ve lost along the way.

One day, you were walking down to the lake as you always do. Towel and a book in hand. From afar you notice a tall figure, you immediately knew who it was. “Dean!” You scream out, dropping everything and run to him. He turns around in shock, running towards you also. He picks you up and twirls you around, pulling you in for a long kiss after. Tears flow down Dean’s face as he looks at you. “I love you too.” Dean cries, brushing your hair out of your face, finding it hard to be real that he’s able to see your beautiful self again. “I’ve been waiting for you.” You say, pressing your face into his shoulder, breathing him in. Your heart felt full again. You and Dean take hands and walk up the hill to the bridge, there sits Baby parked. Dean squeals in excitement, immediately jumping in the drivers seat. You laugh and get into the passengers seat. “Head up to that house over there. I have a surprise for you.” You say. Dean obliges.

You knock at the Winchesters door. Mary answers. “Mom?!” Dean cries, hugging her. John walks up too, pulling Dean into an embrace. “We are just waiting for Sam now.” You say to Dean. “Time will go by fast.”

Eventually Sam joins everyone in heaven. Everything was complete. You and Dean had your own house, and got married. Dean enjoys mowing the lawn while you tend to the garden. On the weekends you guys host BBQ’s with all of your friends and family in heaven.

Maybe somethings last forever after all.

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“A cold beer's got twelve ounces

A good truck's got maybe three hundred thousand

You only get so much until it's gone

Duracells in a Maglite

A needle drop on a forty-five

Are the kinda things that only last so long

When the new wears off and they get to getting old

Sooner or later, time's gonna take its toll

They say nothing lasts forever

But they ain't seen us together

Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes

Just a t-shirt in the kitchen

With no make-up and a million

Other things that I could look at my whole life

A love like that makes a man have second thoughts

Maybe some things last forever after all

FM station on the outskirts

Blue jeans after years of shift work

All fading out like I always knew they would

The strings on this guitar

The first love lost on a young heart

Those things are gonna break after the getting's good

'Cause the new wears off and they get to getting old

Yeah, sooner or later, time's gonna take its toll

They say nothing lasts forever

But they ain't seen us together

Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes

Just a t-shirt in the kitchen

With no make-up and a million

Other things that I could look at my whole life

A love like that makes a man have second thoughts

Maybe some things last forever after all

They say nothing lasts forever

But they ain't seen us together

Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes

And I know there'll be that moment

The good Lord calls one of us home and

One won't have the other by their side

But heaven knows that that won't last too long

Maybe some things last forever after all”

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AUTHORS NOTE: I will never forgive SPN writers making that ending so rushed and short. I would have absolutely LOVED for Sam and Dean to see their parents again, Bobby, and just everyone that they’ve lost in heaven together. I wish they would have had an episode “feel good” episode of just everyone being happy in heaven, throwing parties and bbq’s, and just drinking until they’re too drunk. Let me know how you think SPN should have ended!

[icarus-star]

I loved your hc of Charlie's reaction to the “i <3 pathetic boys” shirts, etc! Could you please write a part 2 of the reader fvcking/edging him and degrading him? (and him enjoying it ofc) skdjsj thank youu

literal legend pt.2 | charlie walker <3

pt.1

a/n: creative... 👀 this is literally so much longer than i intended it to be 😭 i also sprinkled in over stimulating near the end and probably a bunch of stuff.... enjoy

@that-one-persons-posts

18+ content ahead, pure and absolute filth!!please don't read unless your comfortable with that!!

ok, you two got paired up for a group project, and both decided to head to his place after school that day to start it

so you head over with him after the school day ends, wearing your 'i ❤ submissive men' t-shirt :3

he's trying to not pay any attention to it, but he's getting curious as to why you own so many shirts like that

so he asks you, and you tell him that they're all just stating facts about what you like 🤷‍♂️

he nods, trying to forget about it

but he can't

all he can think about is you toying with him, making him feel like he's as worthless bug and all that <3

so, you two get to his house, go up in his room and start working on whatever the project might be

a couple hours go by, you slowly inched closer to him as time went by

he didn't notice at first, but when he looked up to check the time and you were right in front of him, he was a lil bit confused

he's all blushy n shit too 🤭

"wh-what are you doing..?"

he'd ask you that when you move your hand to his upper thigh, giggling a little as you tell him that you know that he touches himself to the thought of you fucking his brains out

you ask him to confirm that for you, and you watch as he nervously gulps down his saliva and slowly nods his head

of course, that wasn't good enough, so you tell him to use his words

"yes.. i- i do, touch myself when i think of you.."

that resulted in much more than he anticipated

now, he's laying naked on his bed, your sitting beside him in only your bra and underwear jerking him off and absolutely refusing to let him cum even once

"ah ah ah~ please.. please let me cum! i- ahn~!! please? i'll- i'll be a good boy~!"

he's whining and whimpering the entire time, he will not shut up

which is good! he might even be doing it on purpose because he remembered what all your slutty baby-tees said!

which is what he would say if asked, his dick is actually just super sensitive

especially the tip! which you found out quickly when you decide to wrap your lips around it to tease him

bonus point if your wearing lipstick and kiss his cock, or just kiss his cock in general he's so weak for that

you've been stroking and teasing his dick for over an hour now, he's crying and your calling him your stupid boy slut, how endearing 🤗

his brain his so mushy right now, all he can do is repeat you

"ah~ fuck.. mmn? yeah, i'm your bitch! uh huh.. ah~!! a whore, just for you ma'am!"

than, he's about to cum for maybe the 5th or 6th time, and of course you don't let him

he can't help but whine when you pull your hand away, his cock needs you! :(

then you do something he didn't expect, you stripped completely, taking off your underwear and bra, then straddling his lap

you kiss him, keeping his moans muffled as you sink down onto his dick, your cunt wet and tight around his throbbing boner

you move away from the kiss, starting to bounce on his cock, just silently whining his name so that he can barely hear you

he wants to touch you and buck his hips up so badly, but you already had established that he'd be teased even more for that

he's 100× louder now that his cocks in your pussy instead of your hands, he literally cannot comprehend how good you feel

because of all the edging earlier, he cums quicker than he should

this time you let him, having him cum inside of you, of course thats after a little while of him begging to cum and you agreeing, but only if he cums inside of you

"c- can i cum? oh.. please! i needa cum.. in you? ah-! yes ma'am, anything~!!"

omg. and the face and sounds he makes when he cums? heavenly.

his eyes are rolling into the back of his head, his mouth wide as he's practically screaming your name

and his hips are subconsciously bucking and grinding against yours

but oh no, we're not done

you didn't cum yet, so your gonna keep riding him :3

he keeps letting out these breathless little whimpers every single time you sink back down onto him

he literally cannot think straight, his brain is so fuzzy from you edging him for over an hour and then immediately going to over stimulate him

he can't muster up a single word, he's just mumbling and whining

you probably end up making him cum a whole bunch of times, each orgasm more intense than the last

it's great for both of you, he's absolutely filling you up with every bit of cum he has

by the end, it's pretty late and he's so fucked out, his brains on autopilot and he asks if you'd like to stay the night

but please give him a little while to like, catch his breath and stuff

[thefreakymunson]

How about catching Eddie masturbating about his best friend,who's a quiet bookworm? She's a virgin,btw.

Thanks in advance😊

T/W: Oral (Eddie receiving) sex, cum swallowing, general perv!Eddie, mentions of...food fellatio? (idk what to call that one, tbh)...thats all I can think of rn....Just pure, pure smut. Minors, DNI!!!! 18+ ONLY!

Having been best friends with Eddie for years now, it wasn’t uncommon for you to let yourself into the trailer when you didn’t see his uncles car out front. You’d slip the key from its hiding spot, unlock the door, and then put it back before you made your way into Eddie’s bedroom. Most of the time, he had music playing too loudly for anyone to hear anyway.

You were only here to pick up your hoodie anyway.

However, as you made your way back to the bedroom, the trailer was pretty quiet. His radio wasn’t even playing and you started to think maybe Eddie wasn’t here until you heard labored breathing coming from the other side of the door. Something was wrong by the sounds of it and your mind immediately started racing. Had he overdosed? Was he using again? What was happening to him?

You took a deep breath, braced yourself, and cracked the door open – ready to see the worst sight imaginable. What what you saw...was unlike anything you had ever seen before. It sent a jolt right down to your core and you had to nearly pick your jaw up from the floor.

Eddie was stretched out on the bed, jeans and boxers around his knees as he jerked off. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was sticking to his face, his quiet moans and grunts muffled by his shirt which was pulled up and held by his teeth but what shocked you the most was what he had pressed against his face.

Your hoodie.

You tried to close the door but as you shuffled forward, you accidentally kicked it, forcing the door open just a bit more. Eddie let out a surprised gasp as he fumbled to cover himself up but it was too late – you had already seen him. He just didn’t know that...hopefully.

Red cheeks burned even redder as he looked over at you, shocked and maybe even slightly embarrassed.

“I – I’m sorry, I should’ve knocked,” you covered your eyes with one hand and blindly reached for the door, “I’ll – I’ll come back, yeah? You just...let me know when you’re finished, yeah? I just came for my…uh…”

“...hoodie,” he groaned and laid back in the bed, covering his face with the pillow next to him, the blanket giving him a bit of modesty, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Fuck. I forgot you were coming over tod-”

“Eddie?”

“...yes?”

“Can I...help?”

He looked at you standing in the door way, eyes wide and curious as to what you had just walked in on. And who was he to ever tell you no?

“Y-yeah,” he said softly as if he was unsure that you had just really asked that, “You don’t have to. I – I’m not some perv, I swear I-”

“Eddie?” You looked up at him as you walked closer to the bed.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.” You gave him a small smile, “I know you’re not.”

You weren’t sure where this newfound confidence was coming from but you found an extra ounce in the way he looked at you as you sat down on the bed beside of him. This wasn't anything you'd ever imagine doing. You were the quiet kid in school - a goodie two shoes some might even say.

Your hands hesitantly reached for the covers but he stopped you by grabbing your wrist, his eyes staring into yours.

“This isn’t going to like...make it weird, huh?” He sighed.

“Why does it have to be weird?” You shrugged, “I can leave if you’re not comfortable.”

“No,” he said, a bit of panic in his voice, “I just...know you’re a virgin and I don’t want you to think that you have to.”

“I know I don’t,” you said, your eyes drifting over to the hoodie beside of him on the bed, “But...I think maybe you want this too, yeah?”

If you only knew he thought to himself.

He hesitantly let go of your wrists, taking a deep breath as he watched you pull the covers down. His thick cock was jutting against his lower stomach, tip red from stimulation. He watched as you gripped the base of his cock with one hand and wrapped your palm around his dick.

“Have you-”

“No,” you said with a soft sigh, “Even virgins watch porn, Eddie.”

You mimicked the motion he was using when you walked in on him, slow languid strokes. Your palm came up, stroking the tip, before moving completely back down to the base. He was thick and warm in your hands and you felt your mouth watering as you watched yet another bead of slick leak from his tip your hand coming up to smear it back down around him. He was a slew of breathy moans and quiet explecitives, not wanting to scare you away.

"Eddie?" Your asked, your eyes locking up on his.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Can I use my mouth?" You whispered, your cheeks tinging red in embarrassment, "Can you...teach me?"

"Jesus fuckin' christ," he breathed out. Your innocence just pushed him further.

“Yeah,” he panted, “I can do that...fuck.”

You slowed your movements as you leaned forward, the musky scent of his arousal only causing your mouth to water more. You watched as he sat up a bit, his legs spreading a bit wider. He jerked himself off as you got comfortable, his tip brushing against your soft lips. You looked up just a bit further, seeing his eyes darkened over with...need? Lust? You weren’t sure but Eddie Munson had never looked at you like he was currently.

“Open – open your mouth...and stick your tongue out,” he panted, his hand stopping as he watched you do as he said.

Your eyes locked on his as he gripped the back of your head, his free hand guiding his hard cock in past your lips. He was quiet for a moment, jaw slacked open, and his brow furrowed as your lips closed around his throbbing cock. He was gentle, moving to sit up a bit more as he felt the warmth of your mouth engrossing him.

“Fuck,” he moaned, a sheen of sweat coating his face as he watched you, “Oh my fuckin’ god, Y/N.”

His fingers threaded a bit tighter in your hair, setting the pace as he used your mouth as his own personal toy. He thrust his hips up just a bit off the bed, sending his cock further down your throat, feeling you gag around him, squeezing him even tighter.

“Shit,” Eddie panted, letting go of your hair as you pulled away from him, gasping for air, “Sorry – sorry.”

And like a the champ you were, he watched as you wiped your messy mouth on the back of your hand and went back to it, having learned quickly he liked being in control of the pace. His fingers wound back in your hair but this time, you started bobbing your head before he had the chance to move you.

“Such a pretty little mouth,” he panted, watching as your lips stretched to accommodate his size, “Dreamed about fuckin’ that pretty little quiet mouth of yours for years now, Y/N.”

And whether it was something you had seen in the porno’s or his words just affected you that deeply, you couldn’t stop the soft moan that vibrated down his cock. He threw his head back, staring up at the ceiling for a moment as he fought to regain his composure. He wanted nothing more than to pin your head down to the bed and fuck that smart little mouth straight through his mattress but he knew better – he didn’t want to push any boundaries. But fuck...it was hard to constrain himself when you were giving him the sexiest look – mouth all stretched out and red as you sucked him off, tears welled up in your eyes from the gagging, your hair already a mess from his hands.

HE held off as long as he could, not wanting to let this end so quickly but desperately needing the release.

“Fuck, I’m close.” He panted, his free hand white knuckling the bed sheets as the other gripped your hair even tighter, “Gonna fuckin’ fill that pretty little mouth up, baby…”

His grip on your hair stilled your movements, his moans echoing off the walls of the small room. Thank god no one else was home. Salty warmth filled your mouth, rope after rope, as the guttural groans left his chest. You tried to swallow everything, but you knew you made a mess in the process. It wasn’t as if you could stop the mess he made of your mouth.

You looked up at him, watching as his chest rose and fell rapidly, struggling to catch his breath. Red cheeks, sweaty forehead, and parted lips. He looked beautiful like this. His thumb meshed over the corners of your mouth, wiping his cum off. He watched as your tongue stuck out of your mouth and he pressed his thumb against it, dragging it down towards the tip before bringing his own thumb up to his mouth and sucking it clean.

“There’s no way that was your first blowjob,” he panted after a few quiet seconds.

“Why do you say that?” You laughed.

“You have...no experience at all?”

“Umm...well, okay.” Your cheeks blushed, “I might have practiced on a few things...learned a few things from porn...you know...I’m not some complete angel all the time, Eddie.”

“Practiced?” He quirked an eyebrow down at you, moving to fix his jeans and boxers back on his hips, “How if you’ve never given a blowjob?”

And now it was time for you to lay it all out on the line. He didn’t need to be the only one embarrassed here today.

“Cucumbers...or maybe a banana...but can I be honest?”

“Of course,” he said softly, the image of you and a cucumber filling his perverted mind immediately.

“I always imagined that it was...you,” you chewed on your bottom lip nervously as you seen him tense up.

And fuck he was hard...all over again.

[starfxkr]

yeahhh I’m gonna need a follow up to sliding in rafes dm por favor 🤭🤭

never in your life did you think you'd actually have rafe cameron in your room. when you sent the dm it was due to an uncharacteristic bout of boldness-- you were tired of sitting around letting life happen to you. if you wanted something why not go for it?

but that something ended up being the notorious kook king— standing in front of you at the edge of your bed, bare naked stroking his dick.

“dont know why you talked all that shit in my dms to be chicken now,” he sneered down at you, eyeing the flimsy pair of cotton panties— the last barrier of défense against his piercing gaze, “fuckin take em off and let me see that pussy.”

you wanted to, but you were nervous—how could you possibly match up to the likely dozens of girls he’s fucked? how could you take his massive cock when you’ve barely ever took your own fingers?

obviously he didnt care, rolling eyes at your meek “i’m nervous.”

“look rafe,” you licked your lips, “i never actually…done this before…” you rake your eyes over his face, searching for a reaction.

he looks amused, “you mean to tell me, you had the balls to text me ‘come dick me down’ and you’re a fuckin virgin…” he fully crawls over your body, dragging his nose across your cheek before settling next to your ear, “this just got a whole lot more interesting.”

his hands go to your hips and slides your underwear off with ease, giving you a surprisingly gentle kiss on the shoulder, “now that is much better dont you think?”

you give him a nod, leaning back and further spreading your legs. despite your nervousness you were almost embarrassingly wet—and rafe noticed. “please don’t make fun of me…”

rafe scoffed and slid his fingers up and down your slit, “wouldn’t think of making fun of you duchess you’re so fuckin wet.” very slowly he circles your entrance, watching as you clenched around nothing. “cmon let me in. gotta stretch you out if you want me to dick you down.”

rafe works you open, scissoring and curling his fingers so you’re stretched and ready for him. but you were still apprehensive at his size.

“um rafe…will it feel good? you’re so…big.”

“he spreads your lips, resting the tip of his dick between your puffy lips, “of course babycakes, i’ll make you feel real fuckin good.”

he pushes into you nice and slow until your hips are flush against each other, building up his thrusts until a steady stream of moans are pouring from your lips.

“told you i’d make you feel good didnt i? got this pussy fuckin creamin for me.”

each harsh shove of his cock had your silky walls trembling, at this rate you were going to cum in no time.

“i-i never— mmm— felt so good before rafe.” locking your legs behind him, you pull him closer, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, “you’re gonna make me cum.”

that puts him in overdrive, covering his body with yours as he slams himself into you, not able to resist kissing and sucking on your tongue in the process.

with a soft groan he feels you cumming around him, walls clenching as you grow wetter, you pull back from his lips, “oh my god thats enough it’s too much.” feebly, you push at his torso but he doesnt relent.

“nuh uh— wanted me to dick you down so thats what ima do.” his steady pace sends you hurtling towards another orgasm, this one stronger and more intense than the last.

finally, when you’re trembling and gasping underneath him, he relents— pulling out to cum across your tummy. cruelly he smears it across your skin like he’s marking you.

“gotta say, for a first timer your a damn good fuck.” rafe pulls his clothes back on like it was nothing, like he just went out for a run, “i’ll call you next time i want another go how bout that?”

“i dont know…”

he scoffs, “y’know how many girls would kill to be in your position right now? just say yes.”

you nod in agreement despite the pit in your stomach. now that he’s had you, you know he’s not letting go.