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urhoneycombwitch · 8 months

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eddie x latebloomer, virgin reader (so not self-projecting...) who isn't innocent or typically what people say is "virginal" (because virginity is a construct!) but still gets super nervous about heavy petting/sex because they've never done it before and don't want to be bad or weird and literally just flees at the confrontation

until that ovulation hits and r! is trying so hard to ignore it, squirming on Eddie's couch/bed and he's like 🤨 you ok? and then it just comes out in a whole word vomit that he's super hot and they're absolutely soaked but don't know what to do and it probably won't be good and they should just go home and eddies like... no big deal, I'll just eat you out, no penetration 🤷🏻

and when they do actually have sex later, I know Eddie talks R through it

ty for suggesting this anon! u got me inspired here's a lil blurb. also dedicated to @wdsara48 who asked for more inexperienced!reader content 🫡

+18 mdni: Eddie’s a bit clueless about the hormone cycle, oral (r receiving), cumming in pants (guess who), ovulation horny (™)

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On second thought, it was probably a really bad call to visit your boyfriend when you were this horny.

Which sounds silly, you know it does- who wouldn't want to visit their hot boyfriend at a time like this?- but you've really been enjoying taking it slow this time around. Eddie is the first boy you've dated who has totally and completely earned your trust when it comes to sex- he's never once pressured you to take your heated make-out sessions any further, pulling back and unwinding himself from you with spit-slick lips every so often to gauge your comfort level.

Is this okay? How are you feeling? Wanna take a break?

So kind. So considerate. So far away, in the kitchen, humming to himself while he fixes dinner, hair loose and curling around the shoulders of his tight Metallica tee. Every time he reaches over to stir the pot of chili on the stove, the lean muscles in his upper back and biceps curl and flex.

Hormones are flushing hot through your body, the couch you’re seated on feeling more and more confining by the second; you cross your legs at the ankle in an attempt to stave off the fidgeting, but when this causes the thick denim of your zippered jeans to press into the ache between your legs you are quick to uncross them again.

There’s a low-toned buzz that’s taken up residence in your hearing, like all the raging horniness has no place else to go- which is why you don’t hear Eddie the first time he speaks.

He’s standing at the edge of the living room now, hands on hips, one dark brow raised in your direction- “Earth to angel. You with me?”

“Huh?” You swallow harshly against the dryness in your throat (contrasted with the excess wetness in other places) and shake your head, slipping your hands underneath your thighs to sit on them and ground yourself a bit. “Sorry, I was zoning out. What’d you say?”

“I said you seem antsy tonight,” Eddie repeats, moving in to sit next to you, close enough for your knees to touch. “Had too much coffee or somethin’? Y’know, you really shouldn’t drink that stuff after noon. Not good for ya.”

He’s teasing, all smooth movements with an easy grin as he snakes an arm around your shoulders.

The smoke-sweet smell of his cologne floods your senses- musky and heady and this underlayer of something earthy, wild, that you could swear hits on a primal nerve by the way it makes your clit throb.

When you stiffen under Eddie’s arm, he reads your signal as one of discomfort, tsking at himself underneath his breath before starting to pull away. “Sorry, sweetheart, didn’t mean to make you-”

“No!” Your hand darts out to grab at his over your shoulder, keeping him from leaving, because if the warmth of his body pressed to your side stops you might actually die. “No, it’s not you. I promise. It’s me. I’m…”

Eddie watches you with mild concern as you flounder, mouth opening and shutting a few times before settling on just the truth- “I’m ovulating.”

He blinks. “Um. Shit. Do you need to go to the doctor? ‘Cuz the main office is definitely closed this time ‘a night but the ER is for sure open-”

You bend at the waist, pitching forward with a groan and cutting him off. With hot cheeks buried in your hands, your voice comes out muffled- “Didn’t you take sex ed, like, three times?”

“Sure did. Learned basic anatomy real well.” His palm has slid to your lower back, your shirt ridden up to expose a stripe of skin that his warm hand now rests on. “Help me out, princess. What’s goin’ on?”

With a pounding heart, you manage to sit up, looking down at your hands in your lap as you whisper, “Ovulation makes me, like, super horny.”

At first, you think he didn’t hear you, but after a beat of silence there’s a subtle shift in his posture, spine straightening.

“Oh.” Eddie’s hand on you doesn’t move but his other one smoothes down the line of his jean-clad thigh, clearing his throat before asking, “And do you wanna… do something about that?”

Mustering courage, you swivel slightly to look at him- the joking tone from earlier has drained out of his voice, and this is the shyest you’ve ever seen him: staring unseeing at his own lap, plucking at the knee of his jeans.

“Like what?” You ask, matching the same low tone he’s just used.

When Eddie looks back at you, that’s when you realize your mistake- his lack of eye contact wasn’t due to shyness. The way he’s looking at you now, dark chocolate eyes holding a steady gaze, it’s a wonder he’s been so restrained this whole time.

“Could eat you out. Only if you wanted, though.”

You shiver. Visibly.

A slow, half-tilted smile pulls at Eddie’s lips; he brings your free hand to his face and kisses your knuckles, then tugs you up with him to stand.

“C’mon. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Cast in soft lamplight, Eddie closes the door to his room before cupping your face in his hands, cool rings against your cheeks. He kisses you gently, at first, plush lips notching in steady rhythm against yours; when you tug him in closer by his waist and slip your tongue between his teeth, he groans into your mouth.

He pulls away, wet click of your separating mouths loud in the quiet of the room before giving your hip a light tap. “Up on the bed, angel.”

You’re quick to comply, crawling backwards on the duvet, lust unfurling in your stomach as you rest half-propped on your elbows.

Eddie divests himself of his shirt in one fluid motion without taking his eyes from you. His pale skin gleams in the low light, silver chain and guitar pick necklace swinging as he moves to hover over you.

“You okay?” He asks, dark hair a curtain around both your faces as his bare torso presses against your clothed one.

When you nod, he ducks to kiss you again before sliding a hand up your shirt. “Good. ‘Cuz I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted to.”

You know he’s mostly joking- you and him have a safeword, and he’s always attentive to your body signals- but the pure desire that he’s kissing and touching you with is indicative of a boy who’s waited too long to be able to have you like this.

Eddie laps at your mouth, tongue twining with yours as his hand squeezes and molds the fat of your breast through your bra as both your nipples stiffen in response. When his knee slots between your thighs, you moan, hips jolting up to chase the friction.

“Can I…” you’re panting, forehead crushed to Eddie’s as you search for the words. “I want your mouth, on me- please.”

You’re rarely ever so communicative, usually hidden away behind a wall of reservations that are totally melted away now. Eddie makes a noise like he’s been punched, sucks at a spot behind your ear that causes your hips to rock forward again, then says, “Yeah, sweetheart, yeah. You can have my mouth. Fuck.”

While he kisses down the slope of your neck, between your clothed breasts, your bare stomach where your shirt’s been rucked up, he’s muttering (to himself, to you, hard to say): “‘Course you can have my mouth. Have it wherever you want it. Christ. Should’a asked for it sooner. Give you anything you want.”

Eddie pops the button on your jeans and you lift your hips so he can pull them completely off your body; when he sees the wet patch of arousal darkening your baby blue underwear he chokes out another curse before working the fabric down your hips and tossing them to the ground.

“Gonna let me taste you, baby?” he asks, stretching his lower half out on the mattress and pulling your legs over his shoulders, his mouth inches from your soaked core. Eddie looks up at you, face bracketed by your thighs, pupils blown out with desire, waiting for your go-ahead.

“Please,” you murmur, stretching out a hand to pet at the crown of his head.

His eyes flutter shut for a moment with your touch; when he presses a kiss to the top of your cunt, your hand tightens in his hair, his resulting hum of encouragement vibrating against your clit.

Eddie flattens his tongue and licks a wide stripe up your folds, spreading the wetness from your leaking hole up to mouth sloppily at your clit; when he sucks the bundle of nerves into his mouth, your elbow supporting your half-propped frame gives out and you pitch back against the covers.

“There- ah- shit, there, Eddie…” you sound wrecked already, voice husked with the strain of holding back whines. Normally, you’d be so in your head about the exposing condition you’re in, but at this point you’re too wound up to care, Eddie’s tongue against the beating heart of you coaxing that tightness in your stomach closer and closer to snapping.

His nails bite in where his hands span the width of your thighs, holding you against his mouth even as your legs tremble and hips twist jerkily with each sweep of his tongue; Eddie gives one last suck to your clit then follows the line of your cunt down, down with his tongue to prod at your sodden entrance.

When his tongue slides into you with a wet squelch, obscenely loud in the otherwise quiet room, you both moan in tandem- your hand in his hair tightens to near-brutal, and the bed underneath you both tremors with the jolt of Eddie’s hips rutting into the mattress.

He sets a steady pace with his tongue, fucking it in and out of you as his nose nudges against your clit. That coil in your stomach is starting to make all your muscles tense up, your thighs locking Eddie in place (who seems to only be spurred on with each constriction of your body).

“Gonna come?” The lower half of his face is coated in your slick as he takes a brief pause to kiss at your inner thigh, one hand coming to rest on your tummy, pinning you down. “C’mon, baby. Let me see it.”

Your body obeys, tension snapping as his mouth returns to your cunt, a high whine of “Eddie Eddie Eddie” that you don’t bother to hide this time loosening from your throat as everything around you bursts and crashes into orgasm.

Toes curling against Eddie’s lower back, cunt spasming around his tongue, Eddie fucks you through it and then some, his own hips mindlessly grinding down as your release triggers his own, spilling warm into his boxers while your high spirals out.

When the spams of your pleasure turn over into aftershocks, Eddie comes up for air, pressing one last kiss to your overstimulated cunt before crawling up your body to lie on top with his head in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck,” you say aloud to the ceiling, breathless, arms automatically encircling the boy. “Holy shit.”

“I’ll say.” Eddie’s breath cools over the sticky patch he kissed into your skin, his mouth still wet with your release. He gathers enough energy to plant his elbows on either side of your head, looking down at you, suddenly serious. “So um… how often do you get ovi- ovel… like this? Once a year or somethin’?”

The laugh shakes out of your chest before you can stop it; you reach up to tuck Eddie’s curls behind his ears, your previous bashfulness having been tongue-fucked out of you.

“Eddie Munson, do I have news for you.”

#lu’s anons #e.m. thots from lu #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie x inexperienced!reader #eddie munson x you

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lovebugism · 2 months

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hi!! could I possibly request something with Eddie or Steve with their chronically ill gf? I have POTS and although I don't full on faint, I get super fainty often and can lose my vision a little sometimes from that, and I think it would be cute to see how either boys would be with a partner like that (IF NOT THAT'S TOTALLY OKAY, THIS IS A VERY SELF INDULGENT REQUEST)

i tried to make this more general since i don't personally have pots, but it ended up being very self-indulgent bc i do get fainting spells quite often so enjoy hahah :D — the one where eddie munson is a very panicky caregiver (established relationship, hurt/comfort | 1.2k)

bug's summer fic fest (⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

The hottest day of the season weighs heavily upon you. The golden hour sunlight and sticky summer air seep into your bones, sucking all the energy from your already tired body. You feel a bit like a vampire now — a withering thing wasting away in the center of Eddie Munson’s bed, with nothing but a clicking fan beside you blowing hot air around the room.

Eddie seems largely unfazed by the summer weather despite his metalhead qualities, which should otherwise clash with the heat.

He’s shed his leather jacket for the first time all year. The thrifted t-shirt he wears below it leaves his pale, tattoed arms on display. You can see the tendons in them pulsing every time he strums lazily at his acoustic guitar. His wild curls, more untamed than usual in such humidity, are pulled out of his face with one of your hair ties. A few stubborn strands stick to his face still — now a darker shade of brown, going damp from the sweat beading on his jaw and forehead.

You watch him tilt his head back to shake his bangs from his eyes, then smile to yourself when the attempt proves fruitless. His hair’s grown much too long now — enough to be perpetually frustrating. Not that Eddie cares to acknowledge it, anyway.

“I think it’s time for a haircut, Eds,” you try to tease, though the words come out strangely heavy on your tongue. They sound lightyears away as they spill from your mouth, and the thought alone makes you dizzy. Dizzier.

Eddie’s face, glimmering and softly flushed, screws in a boyish pout. “Don’t say that. You know I hate that word.”

“Look at your bangs, Eds! They’re way too long—”

The mattress squeaks softly under your weight when you go to reach for him. You’re barely able to sit upright without your head spinning. It’s like you blink once, and suddenly you’re underwater — vision blurry, ears ringing, the world swimming with various indistinct shapes.

You squeeze your eyes shut and sit back again.

It takes Eddie a moment too long to notice.

“No, they’re not— See?” He pauses his strumming to muss at his curls. His ringed fingers tousle his already frizzy bangs to get them out of his eyes. He smiles all cheeky at you then, as he glances at you over his shoulder. His smile ebbs at the twisted look on your face. “Hey… You okay?”

“Yeah,” you answer immediately, though the pinched look to your features never wavers.

“Okay. Yeah,” Eddie nods. “But… Are you?”

You squeeze your eyes shut until it hurts — until blue and white stars start to twinkle in the nothingness. But even in the quote-unquote nothingness, you can still feel the world spinning around you. It’s like you’re on a sailboat in the middle of the ocean, swaying in time with the rocky tides even though you’re sitting still. The notion makes your swimmy head spin.

“Yeah,” you repeat, pitched higher this time as you dig your palms into your eye sockets. A feeble attempt to ease the dizziness. “I just— I just got a little dizzy all of a sudden. But I’m fine.”

Eddie starts reeling immediately. “Shit. Are you… Are you gonna pass out?” he stammers and rises suddenly from the bed. He leaves his guitar at his feet as he rushes to you. The mattress bounces under you and makes you feel sicker. His panicking makes you feel sicker, too.

“I don’t think so,” you answer, voice quiet and faraway.

“You don’t think so?” Eddie echoes as he looms at your side.

You can’t see him, but you know he’s there. You can feel his shadow and the heat radiating from his lanky form. His ringed hands sit awkwardly out in front of him, aching to comfort you but frightened of making it worse.

“Do you— Do you want me to do something? Do you need me to get you anything? Like… Like a glass of water or—”

“Eds. I’m fine,” you interject a bit too firmly for your poorly state. “It’ll pass, just… Just sit down.”

“I can’t,” he squirms. “You’re makin’ me nervous, babe.”

“Standing on top of me isn’t helping, Eds.”

The boy sits gingerly at your side, then. He doesn’t move a muscle as he waits for you to tell him what to do. Obedient but hardly patient. He tries not to fidget too much, lest he add to your unease, but he buzzes with worry in the meantime. He watches with his heart in his throat as you finally take your hands from your face.

His wide, chocolate eyes dart over your pallid features. “You okay?” he whispers.

“Mhm,” you hum in the affirmative, though you haven’t yet tried to open your eyes.

The mattress feels less like a wobbling water bed now, but you’re still scared of what the world will look like — if everything will be slightly askew or flipped upside down entirely.

“Can you try to look at me?” the boy presses gently.

You peek one eye open and turn your chin to look at him. The subtle movement ends up being an obvious mistake. “Fuck,” you curse in a quiet murmur, shutting your eyes when the world goes staticky again.

“Don’t move so fast, babe. You’ll pass out,” Eddie chuckles despite the panicked ache in his chest.

He moves slowly so as not to jostle you too much — lifting his arm to rest over your shoulder and pulling you very carefully to his chest. His free hand covers your eyes and rests over your temple. He squishes his cheek against your hair.

The humidity doesn’t often allow for such contact, but the heat isn’t nearly as strong as Eddie Munson’s love for you. He holds you close in spite of the slightly agonizing way your skin sticks together, fully content to melt with you completely.

“‘M not gonna pass out,” you murmur, words sitting heavy in your mouth.

“Yeah,” Eddie scoffs. “‘Cause slurring your words like you’re drunk all of a sudden is real convincing, sweetheart.”

“M fine,” you insist anyway.

“Yeah?”

“Well, the world’s not spinning anymore, at least.”

“Good,” Eddie hums, smacking a chaste kiss to your head. “Lay down for me, alright? I wanna get you some water. And maybe something salty. That shit’s supposed to help, isn’t it?”

You whine in protest when he starts to move. Less because of how faint you are, and more because of how little you want him to leave.

“No. Later. Don’t move,” you grouse.

“I gotta make sure you’re alright, babe,” the boy laughs through the warmth blooming in his chest, a sparkling sort of pride perhaps, as you curl further into his side.

“I’m fine right now,” you mumble tiredly. “But if you stop holdin’ me like this, I won’t be.”

“Ah, right…” Eddie sighs in defeat. “Guess I’m stuck here then, huh?”

You nod slowly, cheek rubbing along the cotton fabric of his shirt. “Mhm.”

He smiles softly to himself, wider than he usually allows, ‘cause there’s nothing metal about being a lovesick puppy. But, in truth, he’s happy to be stuck here with you — even with your swimmy head and humid air and clicking desk fan that’s hardly working now. The circumstances a mildly inconvenient, sure, but he’d take a billion inconvenient circumstances if it meant getting to be with you.

Lovesick puppy, indeed.

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nemainofthewater · 2 months

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The camera pans, the scene changes. The dashing protagonist smiles at the moon and whips out...

A bag of nuts? With a brand name clearly labelled?

Or perhaps the comic relief characters swarm the leads, talking enthusiastically about how amazing this stomach medicine is.

Or how about yoghurt being featured more often than would be expected.

Maybe there’s an awkward cut to actors in full costume walking out and expounding on how great a product is.

...was that a PIZZA HUT in the background?

Shout out to Legend of Shen Li - I don't know whether or not the ice pops were a product placement, but they should have been!

Also not a cdrama but shoutout to this product placement filled video on Douyin- truly impressive!

Write-ins, propaganda, and images are welcome!

#cdrama poll #word of honor #mdzs #oh my general #legend of yun qian #unforgettable love #joy of life 2 #princess agents #longest day in chang'an #wonderland of love #oh! my emperor #ever night

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 1 month

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imagine bucky breaking up with you

The room fell silent as the words spilled out of Bucky's mouth. Jumbled up breaths of excuses of how things were just getting a little too serious for him. How he thought things were casual and suddenly he was feeling pressured. His voice ringed in your ears, heat burning on your skin as you stared at him.

Bewildered.

Casual?

This was never casual. Sure it might have started that way, friends seeing where things could go but never was it just casual.

You allowed him to continue, listening to apologetically enthused words that meant nothing to you.

Let him finish...

"....I really just need some time. I don't want anything serious right now."

Bucky studied your face, looking for signs of distress. Your face was so stone cold, Austin could have been your first name. He held onto the chair he was standing in front of, waiting and waiting until you nodded.

"Fine. I really have nothing to say. I have work in an hour, but I can come by and if you could have all my things ready..."

He looked perplexed as you listed off all your possessions around his apartment. The whole two bottom drawers needed to be cleaned out, books on the shelf, coats in the closet. There was at least two pair of shoes under his bed, he could keep the pots and pans.

"Except, I really would like my stainless pan. I'm very attached to it but other than the clothes, books, whatever else you can keep."

Bucky Barnes was dumbfounded and plain dumb. He was self sabotaging as he always did and you weren't going to play this game - he needed to figure it out all his own and if he never did, well...a person could only wait around for so long.

but, fuck, he might be worth the wait if he could get his shit together.

can't wait too long...

"Also, you have a doctor's appointment next Tuesday. Don't forget they moved buildings, you won't have to take the extra train ride. So yay..."

The half hearted 'yay' made Bucky grimace and he wanted to take it all back but you were already at the front door. He moved toward you and you met him half way, staring lovingly in his eyes. A hand brushed strands of hair from his handsome face and you smiled.

"Get your shit together, Barnes. A catch like me isn't going to wait for too long. Especially when her casual boyfriend has a really hot best friend...."

There was a hint of deviousness in your eyes, the mere thought of Steve and you nearly sent Bucky into a rage but then you gave him a peck on the cheek and walked out of his apartment.

He stood there, like a perfect idiot.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky

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averagelivingbeings · 1 month

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Hot steamy broth

Bottom afab Jiaoqiu/Top amab Reader

You and Jiaoqiu first indulge in an aphrodisiac-laced stew he cooked up, before enjoying each other’s bodies.

Word Count: 3270

Tags: Afab Jiaoqiu, possibly ooc Jiaoqiu, xianxia AU, Jiaoqiu is your disciple and cook, Jiaoqiu is a little bitch, aphrodisiac, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, size difference, lots of fluids, light dom/sub, so much teasing, cunnilingulus, blow jobs, squirting, belly bulge

AFAB language used for Jiaoqiu

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“Ah, you’re here, master.” The pink-haired Huli Jing greeted you with a polite smile. In front of him, a savoury, creamy brew was boiling and bubbling gently in its metal pot over the flame. “Apologies, the soup isn’t finished yet.”

You gave him a polite nod, as you sat down at the table and straightened your robe. “Don’t worry about it, A-Qiu.” His tail raised up and swished happily at the pet-name. “What are we having tonight?”

“A creamy stew with coconut milk and bamboo strips.” Jiaoqiu paused, as he reached for something on the spice shelf, his hand hovering above a vial with a pink powder. His ears twitched in what you recognised as giddy anticipation. “… I wasn’t sure about your mood tonight, master, so I didn’t put anything in yet.”

You blinked at him, keeping your face and posture straight, as if he was just a child that thought its plan to trick its parents was exceptionally smart. “I don’t mind, A-Qiu. Put whatever you’d like into our stew. Then we can dine together.”

A blush clearly crept onto Jiaoqiu’s face, as the light of the red flames danced off of it. This was the first time you had suggested dining together, as even though your disciple usually cooked for you, you always ate separately. He wrapped his fingers tightly around the bottle with the pink powder and uncorked it, before pouring a generous amount of it into the stew and mixing it in. Almost immediately a strong, alluringly sweet scent filled the small room. You heard both your and Jiaoqiu’s breathing picked up, as a slight lightheadedness overcame you, when he placed two small bowls on the table filled with the stew.

A bit impatiently, Jiaoqiu sat down at the other side of the table and smiled at you. “Enjoy your meal, master~”

Setting down your folding fan, you smiled at him and placed your hands at the side of the bowl. “With you, A-Qiu.”

He returned the wicked smile and mirrored your actions, his twitching ears and swaying tail betraying his calm facade. “Of course.” The Huli Jing lifted his bowl, eagerly watching you do the same.

You held strict eye contact with him, feeling your disciple shrink into submission in excitement under his master’s watchful gaze, as both of you placed your bowls at your lips and began drinking up the steaming, hot liquid. It burned your throat like liquid fire, the sweet, sexy taste of the aphrodisiac Jiaoqiu added completely overpowering the spicy stew’s original flavour. You gulped it all down anyway, feeling the heat from the food settle in your stomach and the warmth from the aphrodisiac spread through your entire body until both master and disciple were a flushed, sweaty mess.

Jiaoqiu lost his cool far quicker and in a less dignified manner than you did, claws audibly digging into his clothed thighs, which he tried to subtly rub together. “M-Master…”, he whispered, lust written all over his flushed face and his tail impatiently swaying back and forth.

“What is it, A-Qiu?” You innocently tilted your head to the side with a gentle smile, hands on your lap to use the wide sleeves to hide your raging boner. Compared to your disciple, your breathing was still even and calm, as Jiaoqiu rose up from his knees to lean over the table.

“I want you, master~!”, he panted out, his breath smelled sweet and alluring, just like the aphrodisiac. His pupils were blown wide with lust and he stared at you, as if he was willing to pounce at any moment.

“Oh? Does my dearest head disciple not have any self-control to wait for his master to be ready?” You sighed in disappointment, seeing his tail flick in frustration, you both knew you were more than ready for action.

“No, master. Your disciple is very, very impatient tonight~”, Jiaoqiu practically purred, as he supported himself on the table and arched his back, showing off his subtle curves and flexibility. “And he’s afraid that tonight he just can’t resist~”

You observed him push the empty bowls away and lay down on the table to crawl over it and closer to you, resisting the urge to just grab him and rip his clothes off. You remained still though, letting him have his foreplay. “Then he should remember that he’s going to be severely punished for his misbehaviour later.”

“That’s a matter for later~ Mghhh~” By now Jiaoqiu has reached you and gotten up on all fours on the table to hungrily press his lips against yours. “Hahhh, nghhh~”

You willingly opened your mouth, letting his sweet tongue lap at your palate, not bothering to move in the slightest, as he climbed onto your lap. He threw his arms around your neck and started grinding his hips against yours or rather, against your hands still folded over your lap. Even through the multiple layers of clothing separating your skin from Jiaoqiu’s, you could feel the wet patch growing between his legs.

“Really, master?”, Jiaoqiu sighed into your kiss and pouted a little, his devious hand having found their way past yours to the leaking tip of your dick. “All dripping and hard, yet still no reaction? So stiff and stubborn.”

You just smiled. “You should know that it takes a lot more for me to just give in to your raunchy little games.”

“Tch. All this resistance for what?” Using your shoulders as support, Jiaoqiu lifted his hips up high enough to grind his clothed cunt against your tip. “You always enjoyed it in the end.”

“Mgh-!” You felt your resolve crumbling, he was definitely getting better at this game of riling each other up to a good fuck. “I’m sure you’ve figured it out already, clever as you are~” Your dick twitched in delight, when a slight frown flashed across Jiaoqiu’s face, showing that he very much has not figured it out yet.

“Hmp-!” With a light huff, he put his palm on your broad chest and pushed against it. Deciding to indulge him, you complied and let Jiaoqiu push you to the ground to lay comfortably on the hard wooden floor. You watched him hike up your robe, so your huge dick was visibly tenting your loose pants. Seeing you move your hands away to allow him access to it, the Huli Jing smiled deviously. “Oh, so that’s what it’s like, hm? Master just wants to see how far I’d go for him?” His smile grew into a nearly manic grin. “Well, I can just say, I don’t have any limits~” With that, he pulled down his robe, revealing the bare, creamy skin of his toned shoulders, the supple mounds of his tits and his beautifully soft abs, until the robe completely fell off of his body along with the sash tying it in place.

“What a beautiful disciple I have~” With a hum, you shamelessly reached up to squeeze Jiaoqiu’s sides, your hand dwarving his fairly broad build. You felt his tummy move beneath your fingers, as he shifted and panted, skin unbearably hot from arousal.

“Ahh~” He squirmed, when you placed both hands on his waist, your thumbs and forefingers nearly touching around it. “You act like this is the first time you see me nude, master.”

“And does that mean I must stop appreciating my disciple’s beauty?” You loosened your grip a little, allowing him to shimmy out of his pants and throw them to the side along with his shoes.

“I suppose not… Mghh…~” A light moan left Jiaoqiu’s lips, as he touched his lower belly, rubbing his crotch right above his throbbing clit. You slid the tips of your calloused fingers over the smooth skin of his hips over to his crotch, flattening two underneath his pussy for him to grind against. “Anghh~” Jiaoqiu moaned, rutting against your fingers, as he reached down to undo your sash and discard the pesky piece of clothing behind him.

“You’re so wet… And I’m barely even touching you”, you remarked, a gasp leaving your mouth, when your disciple unceremoniously pulled your robes aside to grope your chest. Your bulging pecs dwarved his slender hands, as he dug his nails into the soft flesh and kneaded them like dough.

“Nghhaaahhh~” Jiaoqiu threw his head back and pushed his hips down harder on your fingers, when you curled them slightly and allowed them to slip into his cunt. “S-Speak for yourself, master-!” He moaned, hips stuttering slightly, as he pushed his ass back against the rather large patch at the tent in your pants. His hole was clamping down on your thick fingers, the large digits spreading him out far better than his could ever dream of.

“Now, now, watch your manners”, you tutted him with a harsh curl of your fingers inside of him, digging them deeper into him and punching an ecstatic groan out of him. “Me being knuckles-deep inside of you doesn’t give you permission to act up.” His cunt squeezed you even harder at the words and you could swear he was sucking you in with all of his might.

Licking his lips hungrily, Jiaoqiu moved his hands to your abs, as he arched his back. “Sorry, master~” He didn’t seem sorry at all, when he lifted himself off of your fingers to slide your pants down and free the monster of a cock that had been desperately leaking into the fabric the whole time. Jiaoqiu traced the shaft in awe, admiring the bulging veins running along it. Two of his fingers teasingly rubbed over your tip, collecting the pre-cum and spreading it around. “So big and hard~ A shame that it’s attached to such a stubborn master~”

“Nghh-!” You bucked your hips lightly, your cock sliding against his fingers and getting a bit of pre-cum over the shaft. “Take matters into your own hand, if you don’t like how I’m doing it.”

“Tch, of course.” His hand wrapped around your shaft, slowly stroking it and covering it in your fluids. His fingers could barely encircle your base completely and Jiaoqiu seemed to like that just as much as you did, based on how he leered at it lustfully. “Anghhh~” Rubbing your cock against his cunt, he pushed it against his pink entrance, barely letting the red tip slide in and clenching around it, before pulling out again.

“A-Qiu…” You grunted, nails digging into his waist, adding more bruises to the ones your hands had already left on his creamy skin.

“Hahhh, so good~” With a moan, Jiaoqiu fully sank down on your length, his wet heat clamping down on you like a vice. The aphrodisiac has made you so sensitive, it felt as though a single thrust deep inside of him could make you cum already. His pussy was fluttering around you, desperately trying to suck you back in, even as he lifted himself up slowly and dropped back down.

“You’re so tight, A-Qiu…”, you gritted out, enraptured by the sight of your disciple riding you, his wet cunt speared open to its limits around your cock, as it kept going in and out. Your thumbs brushed over a bump in his stomach and your breath hitched when you realised that it was your dick there.

“Can you feel it?~” Jiaoqiu panted, placing his smaller hand on yours to guide it to the bulge in his abdomen that appeared every time he thrusted downwards. “Master, you’re so deep~”

“Ngh, A-Qiu…!” With a grunt, you held his hips in place to thrust up into him, disregarding the will to let him put on a show for you. His entire body jolted at the sudden stimulation and he shook in your hands. You let him position himself comfortably on top of you, before propping your knees up and pounding into him from below.

“Ohhhh, yesss, yes, yes, master-!” Jiaoqiu blabbered, burning eyes turning hazy, as he dug his nails into your flexing abs, his tail swishing behind him in satisfaction. His cunt was tight and inviting and you made sure to thrust and grind into each of his sensitive spots inside, turning the Huli Jing into a moaning mess. “Faster-!”

“You’re not- Unghh~! Making demands here-!” You complied anyway, speeding up your thrusts into him. The force behind it had his ears bouncing wildly and his tail was swishing around more erratically, signalling his upcoming orgasm.

“Nghhh, c-come inside, master-!”, Jiaoqiu demanded, squirming in your firm grasp to thrust down on your huge cock and keep it inside of him. His fingers were digging bruises into your belly and his hair was falling so beautifully over his shoulders, as his swollen pussy took your dick like it was made for it.

“Hahhh, I- Mghhghhh~!” A particularly harsh thrust deep into your disciple sent you over the edge, the bliss temporarily blinding you, as your cock spurted a big load right into Jiaoqiu’s cunt.

“Master-! Nghhaahhh!” He followed with a yell, cunt clenching down on you even harsher than before and squirting all over you.

“Ungh-!” Some of his spent landed right in your mouth and you eagerly ate it up, enjoying the sweet, musky taste of his pussy. As your vision returned, you blinked at him, seeing that your dick made no effort to soften and his cunt was still as swollen and wet as ever. Even with how he clamped down on you, leaving not even the slightest gap between your dick and his walls, your load was starting to seep out of him.

“Keep it inside-!” Jiaoqiu huffed, trying to close his legs to prevent it from spilling out.

“Come here, A-Qiu”, you commanded him softly, dragging him off of your cock and guiding him into a new position. Your disciple squirmed a little, but soon complied, when he found out what you were planning.

“Mm, I like the idea of dessert~”, he purred, his swaying tail accidentally smacking your face, as you lowered his pussy towards your face. His thighs were caging in your head, efficiently suffocating you, but nose-deep in a wet cunt was a death you could live with, if you didn’t care for dignity.

“Don’t be greedy, A-Qiu. Only one portion for now”, you mumbled, unable to resist the delicious sight of your cum dripping out of his pink pussy like sweet cream.

“If you say so, master~” Thin fingers curled around the base of your cock and not a second later, a kiss was placed on your tip. Feeling your dick twitch at that, you mirrored the gesture and kissed Jiaoqiu’s clit, before using your thumbs to spread his labia open and catching the savoury mix of cum and pussy juice with your mouth. “Mghhh~”

It didn’t take long until wet, obscene slurping sounds filled the room, Jiaoqiu’s lips stretched taut around your shaft, as he eagerly sucked on your cock like it was a sweet treat. Meanwhile your mouth was devouring his dripping cunt, eating up the mix of both of your fluids like a starved man.

You could feel his pussy clenching around your tongue, when you finally entered it, having eaten up most of your fluids inside of him by now. Once your cum was gone, you could truly get a taste of your disciple’s hungry pussy and on god, you were loving it. He tasted sweet and musky, a nicely masculine and alluring taste that suited Jiaoqiu perfectly.

“Mghhh~ Such a big treat~” You heard him mumble, as he pulled off of your cock to lick his slick off of the base and the shaft where he couldn’t reach, when sucking you off. His devious, little fingers quickly found your balls and started squeezing and playing with them like marbles.

“Ngh-! Don’t play with your food, A-Qiu-!” You jolted at his touch, bucking your hips up and pushing your cock against his face. Burying your face in his cunt, you slipped one thumb into his soaked hole from above, while tonguing at the hood of his clit.

“Ahhh~ S-Sorry, master~” Again, Jiaoqiu didn’t sound very sorry, as he kept fondling your balls and stroking your base, as he went back to suckling at your tip.

You groaned and dug your nails into his plush thigh, having to hold his hips in place, as he greedily tried to suffocate you with his pussy. Wrapping your lips around his clit, you began sucking eagerly, listening to his whines and gasps, as he struggled to take your dick down his throat.

You shifted a little, trying to wring your thumb deeper into his hole, and curling it inside to assault his sweet spot. From the way he jolted and tightened around your dick every time you moved your finger, it seemed to be working.

“Nghhh~” Drunk on lust and pleasure, you loosened your grip on the Huli Jing’s thigh and let him fully squash your face with his cunt. With a muffled grunt, you started ravishing his pussy, replacing your thumb with your tongue, as you grabbed the base of his tail and stroked it.

“Aaamghhh~” Jiaoqiu’s response was almost immediate, a high-pitched keen, which was quickly choked back down his throat as you bucked your hips up to slam your cock into his face. You felt his whole body quiver and shake, as you set a ruthless pace, hearing him choke and gasp from the rapid thrusts. The movements caused his hips to bear down further on your face and despite already feeling light-headed from lack of oxygen, you kept tongue-fucking him.

“Mgghhh, hhhh-!” Your hips stuttered a little and a muffled yell went right against your disciple’s cunt, as you came right down his tight throat. Jiaoqiu moaned in response, eagerly drinking up all of your cum.

His thighs tightened around your head, threatening to crush it like a watermelon, as his hips bore down on your face and by now practically grinded his cunt against your mouth, until he came with a shout. “Ahh, fuck-! Nghhh, master-!” Jiaoqiu lifted himself off of your nose just enough for you to give you a small breather, before immediately squirting all over it and soaking you in his juices.

“Urghhh-!” Reflexively, you opened your mouth and clenched your eyes shut, drinking up the sweet, alluring liquid that landed on your tongue. Almost instantly, Jiaoqiu settled back down against your face, languidly riding out his orgasm, as he swirled his tongue around your sensitive cockhead.

“A-Qiu…”, You mumbled after a while, tugging at his tail to get him off of you. Despite those two intense orgasms, your body was still burning up from arousal and your dick was still hard and erect as if you never came.

“Mghhh, you tasted good, master~” His tail swayed in your grasp, as Jiaoqiu pulled away from your cock and arched his back. He lifted his hips, letting out an amused snort, upon seeing your red face soaked in his juices.

“Look at the mess you made, A-Qiu.” You tutted him, sitting up, as the Huli Jing turned around and climbed onto your lap, squeezing your dick in-between your hot bellies, while he straddled your thigh.

“Sorry, master~” Jiaoqiu batted his eyelashes, still not a trace of remorse in his yellow eyes, as he leaned forward and kissed you. “I’ll clean it up for you~”

You hummed in approval, closing your eyes and kneading his ass, as his tongue lapped up his juices and he ground his hips down on your bare thigh.

You were wondering whether the night was long enough for you and your disciple to properly fuck all of the aphrodisiac out of your systems.

#honkai star rail #hsr fanfic #fanfiction #jiaoqiu #top male reader #nsft #x top male reader #bottom male character #male reader #x reader #reader insert #hsr jiaoqiu #⛩️ jays writing

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ramyeonpng · 5 months

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wow

#lucy dot jpg #self heating hot pot #food #food experiments #70567

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ramyeongif · 6 months

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self heating hot pot, food, food experiments

#lucy dot jpg #self heating hot pot #food #food experiments #35482

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luveline · 1 year

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id love to see eddie and a shy!reader at a concert. r is overwhelmed with the crowd and eddie is being his usual lovely reassuring self

love you sm!

ty for ur request! —eddie insists on taking care of you when you get overwhelmed in the middle of a concert. fem!reader, 1.3k

"This is insane, right?" Eddie asks. Or, yells.

The ground thumps with music. The drum feels as though it's being beaten against your own chest, heat at every angle, lights flashing above and roaming downward. You blink against the purples and blues, your hand sweaty in Eddie's.

"I'm sorry!" you shout, nodding down at your joined hands.

Eddie tucks a limp curl behind his ear. "I'm gonna give you the sweatiest kiss anyone's ever given!"

"Gross," you say, a half second before Eddie's pressing his lips to yours. You can feel the vibrations of the instruments through his skin. It almost tickles, but Eddie's rough touch helps.

It's a nice kiss, but there's so much going on. The crowd swells with a unanimous cheer as one song ends and another begins. Eddie yanks himself away from you to grin at the performance, whooping as his favourite guitarist takes centre stage for an intro. You gulp in dank air, the person standing behind you treading on your shoes for the tenth time in as many minutes, the person to your right smelling of pot and beer, sticky thick.

A firm arm curls around you. "You wanna go up on my shoulders?" Eddie asks. He must be pumping with adrenaline, his kisses quick and plentiful over your cheek as you attempt to answer.

"As if, Eds."

"What, you don't think I can get you up there?"

"I know you can't."

Eddie visibly registers your shifting mood. "Hey," he says, giving your shoulders a jog, "are you okay? You look like you're having a whitey without the smoke, babe!"

"I'm okay, I…" You blink sweat from your eyes. "I'm really hot."

"Take your jacket off, baby. I can hold it for you."

You shrug out of your damp jacket but feel the same. Still, when Eddie says, "Better?" you smile and wrap your arm around his.

"I'm good. Now shut up! This is my favourite one!"

You're not telling the truth, but your enthusiasm fools him. Eddie slides an arm behind your back and you hug each other from the side to sing along. You like the music and you love Eddie, you're not interested in ruining the precious couple of hours you have here tonight. You can grin and bear it. You have been for a while.

Or, you think you can, but you feel something warm on your leg, and you know it's just beer spilled from a crushed plastic cup, but your ears ache as the drum solo starts and fireworks burst at the front of the stage less than forty feet away. The crowd closes in. It's too much.

"Eddie, I think," —he turns to look at you, eyes sparkling— "I need to go to the bathroom. Okay?"

"I'll come with you!"

"No! No, stay here, we'll never get this close to the front again!"

"Are you kidding? What if something happened to you? I'd lose my mind!" Eddie nudges you toward the back of the venue. "Babe, I know the kind of creeps that hang around, I'm not letting you go by yourself!"

You're sick of shouting at him to be heard. "No, I'll hold it!" You won't ruin his night. "I'm okay, I– I swear!"

"Don't be stupid, let's go! It'll be nice to have a break from Doctor Marten," he says, looking quickly behind his shoulder at the perpetrator in question, the guy who keeps nipping your ankles with his thick gummy soles.

You shake your head. Eddie shakes his head back at you incredulously, twining your fingers together as he starts to fight his way through the crowd, dragging you with him. People are ten times as likely to let you move backwards rather than toward the front, and soon the air is cooling, your skin damp and cold as the fresh breeze finally reaches you. The crowd thins. You can stretch your arms out without touching anyone for the first time in nearly an hour.

The relief is enough to have you closing your eyes, savouring the sudden lack of input.

Eddie pulls your hand between both of his, calluses and rings and all the things you love about him scratching your hands as he squeezes you. "Feel better?"

You should've known he knew. Nodding sheepishly, you say, "Yeah."

Your breathlessness must endear you to him. Eddie's on you like a rash. Your jacket slips where it's tucked under his arm, but he doesn't let go of your hand, stepping with one foot between yours, his long hair brushing your chest as he closes the space between you.

"It's a lot, I get it," he says. His voice is rough from yelling, scratchy as hewn stone. "I meant to bring you those ear plugs and I forgot. I'm sorry."

"That's not your responsibility," you say, frowning.

He smiles at you. "You're my girl, aren't you? I look after you 'n' I like doing it." Eddie laughs, the sort of laugh that says, I'm really happy, I love you, and it's easy.

Or maybe you just want it to say that. Regardless, he bumps his forehead into yours and closes his eyes for a few seconds, rubbing your fingers between his mindlessly. "Take a minute. Chill. We can stay on the outskirts for the rest of the night if you need to."

You can deal with being uncomfortable, just not to the level you had been. That was dire. This is fine.

"Sorry for losing our spot," you say, pulling away from him.

"Sorry for putting you in a tough one, babe. How do you feel now? Any better?"

"Yeah, definitely." You pull your elbow up to wipe your burning cheeks.

"Better enough for a very public and disgusting kiss?" he asks.

"How disgusting?" you ask.

"Tongue, for sure."

"That's not that bad."

"Didn't say where, did I?" he asks.

"If you lick my ear I'm gonna have to go hide in the girls bathroom," you warn, flushing at the thought of it alone.

Eddie doesn't give you the kiss he threatened you with, only throws his arms over your shoulders to cup your head, lips pressed to your temple. He rubs your shoulders, and after a moment he starts to sway you both from side to side in time with the slightly less hectic song being performed by the band.

"Chill out," he murmurs. "I don't care where we're standing if I get to stand with you, loser."

You hug his back. You're uncomfortably warm still, but his touch is a remedy for the general frazzle of white noise that had been fizzing between your ears.

"Come on, let's go back," you say. The band starts on a song you know Eddie loves, you've heard it enough.

"I wanna be like, oh, no, I can't tear myself away from you, but I really fucking love this one," Eddie says. He gives you no less than six apology kisses against the bridge of your nose before spinning on his heel to usher you back toward the crowd. Not in the throng of it, but at least you're facing the right way. "Whoo!" he yells.

"Play it louder!" you shout, knowing no one can hear your individual voice over the cacophony. "My boyfriend loves this one!"

"I love this one!" Eddie shouts at the top of his lungs.

Your heart lifts at his huge, beaming smile. All the sweat and noise and raw ankles are worth it just to see him this ridiculously happy. He makes it easier, checking in on you periodically for the rest of the night, and persuading you to leave a little early to escape the rush. When he swings your tired arms between your bodies and declares it the best night ever, you know you can keep on coming to gigs no matter how crazy they get.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader

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rboooks · 1 year

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The bakery is a front....right? PART 4

Dedicated to @foxy-tea. Thank you for your lovely words!

Danny didn't want to do it, but he had to admit that his mating season peak had arrived and could not work in that condition. It wasn't that Danny was like a cat in heat, wanting to engage in intercourse all the time.

No, his body craved a life partner and a child to smother in fierce paternal love. It was a bit worse if you asked him. If he just manwhore his way through the city over three months, well, they would just whisper about how easy he was.

A bit embarrassing but not uncommon for someone with Danny's good looks.

Instead, his mating season made him a would-be kidnapper.

He had to physically slam a hot pot of coffee on his hand a week ago when a customer had walked in with a baby, and Phantom had tried to leap over the counter to take the babbling bundle of joy as his own.

Not to mention how Phantom reacted to some of his youngest delivery employees. He hadn't realized he was mumbling "Mine. mine. mine. mine. mine" while approaching Manolo for his latest delivery until Peter had stepped into his path with the dirtiest glare Danny had ever seen.

The punch to his throat hadn't knocked the wind out of him- since Phantom had stopped his breathing three days prior - but it was enough to get Danny out of the daydreams of tucking Manolo into bed after a cup of tea and a bedtime story.

We could teach him to bake. We can teach him to ride a bike. We can sit through all his school performances, no matter how bad they are. We could be his dad. Phantom had cried as Manolo had thrown himself between Peter and Danny, his little arms spread wide to protect him. Let me have the child! Manolo is mine! He's mine to love, mine to protect!

Danny had never had such trouble getting Phantom to settle.

In seconds, Peter was quickly surrounded by Andres' friends and the rest of Danny's staff. He had taken a fighter position, looking around like an animal about to maul its victims while Danny wrestled with himself to get control.

He and Phantom are not two separate personalities fighting for control but one person with conflicting instincts.

One of a human's most basic instincts is self-preservation. A ghost's most basic instinct is self-fulfillment.

Danny did not want things to become a free-for-all where someone could get hurt. Phantom tried to fight them all to claim the kids under his protection.

Thankfully, everything was deescalated by Jazz's timely arrival. Danny couldn't really remember what she had done (too busy struggling to hold himself as a human and not go ghost to become the most excellent dad to ever dad). Still, if there was one gift Jazz had, it was being able to reason with spirits about their obsessions.

If she could convince beings whose entire existence depended on being stubborn about a particular subject, she could persuade humans of anything.

Peter had been allowed to leave with no injuries, and even two days paid off, while the rest had realized that the man had just acted out of PTSD due to what Jazz called "projecting trauma in safe settings."

There were a lot of people in this area that understood what PTSD episodes did to them and had not faulted Petter. Manolo even gave Peter a small crocheted fox to help him overcome the fear.

(Danny had given the small fox plushy to Manolo when the kid first arrived at his bakery, proclaiming it had a protective spell to keep fear away. He had yet to be aware the boy carried around with him.)

Jazz had then taken Danny to his apartment, where she had placed him in quarantine. She had been informed by Frost Bite during their bi-weekly mentor/protegee meetings- Jazz was studying under the Yeti in Ghost Psychology- that Danny's Peak had arrived. Danny would jack up his "I need to be a dad" and "I need to be a husband" urges to Fruitloop levels.

Danny would try to force someone into that role if he was around humans or ghosts, even if it was against their will. Ugh, he would be a Vlad 2.0 for a full two weeks!

He could not risk himself around others. So with a heavy heart, he informed his employees he would be stepping away for a two-week long vacation and had made it seem like he left on a plane to visit Jazz overseas.

His staff would take care of the bakery for him, but it saddened Danny he could not be there to help with things. He then sealed off all entries to his apartment and informed the residents of the Ghost zone he was in, "Mating Peak retreat," so no one would bother him past a few already mated servants of the Ghost King.

They would bring him supplies and requests through a no-contact portal once he ordered them through a magical catalog. It was like online shopping for ghosts.

Danny now had to wait two weeks for this to finally go away, and he could go about his ordinary daily life of being perfectly dead and alive. Until it happened again the following year.

Elli told him to be grateful it was only a yearly thing, not a monthly deal. He shuddered at the mere thought of experiencing this every month.

Done! Phantom cheers snapping Danny back to reality. In his hands are a pair of freshly crocheted booties. He hadn't even been aware he was making them.

They look great, Danny tells Phantom, turning them in his hands to smile at the giant sunflowers on each side. A button was used as the center of the flowers, and Phantom even included a few lace designs around them to look like leaf vines.

They are based on the park's flowers.

The park?

Yes, the park where you promised to take me today! Phantom goes from calmly talking to screaming, and Danny winces.

You know I can't go outside. You'll just try to steal a child from the park.

I would never forget to also steal a wife or husband!

Danny sighs, rubbing his face knowing he was telling himself that forgetting a spouse was worse than the idea of kidnapping people. He places the booties on top of an ever-growing pile. Since his quarantine has begun, Danny has made about two hundred pairs of various styles, sizes, and colors.

Danny looks around at the piles and piles of other of his crocheting projects. He's got sweaters, scarves, gloves, socks, hats, beanies, and even blazers for various genders, ages, and styles meant to help with the coldest winter. He could adequately dress his whole street and still have some left over.

All prepared for his nonexisting family.

He has been making them at the same speed he can fly, i.e., 200 mph. He's made some yarn dealers in the zone extremely wealthy. He can't help it, though. Danny has frozen every inch of his apartment too far too cold levels for an average human without proper wear.

He's been working fast because his human mind knew that the cold was terrible for his lover and children, so it wanted to keep them nice and warm. While his ghost side added layers of snow to the floor and ice to the walls, he even made decorative ice sculptures that he desperately reorganized again and again to find the perfect balance of the cold. Only his electronics were not frozen over, so even his furniture had layers of ice- some with designs to make them look fancier.

He's also cooked up a storm in preparation for feeding his family. Only to realize a spouse and kids were not coming, thus forcing him to donate his meals to the ghost delivery people. They were ever so happy to have five-course meals shoved at them just for bringing the king more yarn.

Danny throws himself face-first into the pile of snow from his couch, allowing the softness to cushion his fall. There is a terrible itch under the skin. It's begging him to leave to find someone to kiss and worship. Unwillingly, Alvin's face appears in his mind before he turns over and stares at his ceiling. He's made all the constellations into small carvings on the ice. I can't go outside. I can watch another movie or make more bagels instead.

Watching another romance movie won't bring me a mate! Phantom hisses.

I know but-

Suddenly Danny senses flair as someone crosses over his wards. Sitting up in alarm, Danny makes a break for his room as even more people join the first and break into his guest room through a window. Not that he can't take whoever they are, but if he comes face to face with them-well, Danny thinks he may keep them.

That's not something he's willing to risk.

Phantom is already throwing out some severe pheromones that would likely infatuate them to Danny, babbling about this being their chance. Four adults- spouses!- and a child- a son or daughter!- have entered their main haunt. They had to give them food and warm clothes and cuddle them until they never left!

No!

He can't force them to stay!

He had to make them stay even if it meant chaining them!

No, they would be miserable!

Phantom could make them happy forever!

The effort to stay in his human control took so much effort Danny started to aggressively twitch as he fumbled with the hidden room in the back of an old wardrobe. He's breathing heavily, trying to get his blurry vision to focus so he can open the darn thing and get in. Finally, it does, and Danny just barely closes it when a figure bursts through the door.

He watches through a small crack as the figure carefully looks over his frozen domain. It's one of the vigilantes. Red Robin.

What is he doing here?

The man walks into his room, leaving behind disruptive snow that goes up his ankles.

Thank the Ancients, his footprints do not appear in his own snow. Otherwise, a perfect trail would lead the hero straight to him. Instead, he watches with a hand over his mouth as Red Robin carefully searches his room.

Danny cuts off his need to breathe as the sound would give him away. Still, he's twitching so much that he's practically shaking as the hero carefully breaks the ice over his drawers and pulls out his clothes in quick, careful movements.

Go away. Go away. Go away. Danny thinks desperately. He should have tried calling someone. Jazz. Ellie. Even his parents or Vlad!

None of them would cause his instincts to want to force them to play house- though he would likely still try to imprison them since he would like to protect them non the less.

But they could at least do something and get the poor vigilante somewhere safe!

Never leave. Never leave. Never leave. Phantom purrs, and oh no, an intense burst of pheromones is sent through the room. Red Robin freezes; from what little Danny can see of his face, it's flushed red, and gosh, he wants to smother that man in so much love-

"Guys, I think I came in contact with the drug," Red Robin pants after pressing his hand to his ear. "I don't know how, but I am definitely feeling something. Think it's airborne, but not sure."

He doesn't finish his sentence before Redhood and Nightwing are suddenly in his room. Nightwing has a gas mask over his face while Red Hood swings a gun around the room, looking for a target.

Danny almost whines at the gentle way Nightwing helps Red Robin into a sitting position. He's looking him over with such loving protection that he- that Danny- Phantom wants him- wants a husband-!

"Shit," Red Hood hisses, body pushing back as if some strong wind had hit him. "Yeah, it's definitely in this room. Felt a bit of it, even with my built-in filters. Wing?"

"Did the room get colder?" Nightwing asks as he helps Red Robbin to his feet. The other man seems to be feeling better with his gas mask, but he must still be effect by Phantom's pheromones.

"The wardrobe." Red Robin gasps, pointing unknowingly right at Danny. "The ice around it is getting bigger. And...it's leaking."

What? Danny looks down only to see in horror a knocked-over jar of fresh ectoplasm. He hadn't even been aware he had broken the thing when he crawled here.

The jars were the ones that he gathered with Jazz and Ellie after a three-day foraging trip. All ghosts were made of Ecoplasim, but just like you couldn't stick blood into someone without being comparable, you couldn't use any random ectoplasm for other people- humans or ghosts.

It had to be some of the purest natural kind, not linked to any type of beings, like a river of ectoplasm or the frozen pillars in the farthest parts of the Far Frozen. Giving someone ectoplasm from one's body could taint them in the donator's obsession.

Yes, Danny could make more people protective of each other, but it would likely cause them to be Fruitloop-level protective. They just didn't have the filter like he did to not go mad.

That pure kind was now leaking out of his hiding place and into the white snow of his main lair.

Danny only has a second to panic before the door is wrenched open, and he falls into a stunned Red Robin.

He goes limp from the shock as Phantom purrs, settling in his mind now that he's pressed against a possible mate. Like Danny said, it's not intercourse his ghost side is after, it's close contact, and this is enough to satisfy it.

"Shit, it's Danny. He-he's not breathing, and he's ice cold. I think he's de-dead." Red Robin says in what sounds like tears.

No. My husband is sad. Danny and Phantom think, a terrible pulse of pain bursting across his chest. He can't get his body to move to offer comfort, though. It's been a whole week since he last saw someone in person, and this is so nice. Why did he ever fight this instinct? It felt so good to give in.

He could stay in Red Robin's arms forever.

Red Robin was never going to see the clear sky again. He was never leaving this apartment.

"I found something," Red Hood's voice is behind him. "It looks like it is Lazarus' water, but it's clearer. I think this is our drug. Danny must have ODed."

"No! He can't- we have to do something!" Red Robin cries, and Danny slumps further against him like a broken doll. He's not blinking. Blinking is for humans. Danny isn't a human.

His unfocused eyes stare at wherever Red Robin has him positioned to look.

"There is nothing we can do, Red Robin," A new voice says though not unkindly. Phantom doesn't turn his head but can see Batman walk up behind Red Robin, wearing his gas mask. He places his hand on the trembling vigilante. "You need to put him down."

"No!" Phantom purs as the arms around his shoulders bring them closer to his husband's body.

"It's too late for him, Drake. We can only honor his death."

That....that was a voice of a child. A child is in his main haunt.

Phantom wails in joy.

He gets out of his husband's arms, leaping over Batman, and his arms are around a boy in red, green, and yellow. Phantom smothers his face against the hood covering the boy's head, and short sobs rank his body. "My baby! You're my baby!"

"Unhand me!" His little grunts slamming a knife into Phantom's side, but that doesn't matter because Phantom has his son and his husband in his nest.

A bullet harmlessly passes through his forehead after a loud bang, creating a hole in Phantom's wall. He'll take care of that after he smothers his baby in cuddles.

Nightwing swings a baton at Phantom, but that, too, passes through his body without harm.

"Shit! Danny put him down!"

Huh, was that Sam?

"Danny, I mean it. Drop him!"

Oh, Tucker too!

"Daniel Fenton, you let that boy go right now!" Jazz sounded upset. Maybe she should hold his baby. "Are you listening to me?"

"Danny is not here right now." He hears his body say.

"Ohhhhh. That's not good. Okay, Danny time for a nap!" Ellie flies into his face, her hand glowing green and he has a moment to gasp at the betrayal before she blasts him.

He drops, knowing no more.

(Part 1), (Part 2), (Part 3), (Part 5)

#dc x dp crossover #the bakery is a front!...right?#Part 4 #Danny's mating stage reaches it's peak #Phantom and Danny's perfect balance was disrupted.#Team Phantom got a notification that someone broke the wards #Danny is nesting #The bats shouldn't have broken in #Hope you like!

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