#SLOBBERS ALL OVER MY DESK

[devoti]

watching the golden kamuy ova rn AND I WANT HIM SO BAD 😭😭😭😭

#txt's (－‸ლ) #gk #SLOBBERED ALL OVER MY DESK THE OTHER NIGHT #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #ogata

[konigsblog]

what would everyone prefer to be called in bed?

who would prefer things like "daddy" or "sir" vs their actual name?

könig likes to be called ‘sir’, ‘colonel’, or any name that gives him authority over you. when you're on your knees, all he wants to hear from that pretty mouth is soft chants, slobber and drool dripping from your lips, while the tip of his twitching, girthy cock throbs and oozes out his white, thick load. :(

“that’s right... you filthy thing, ja?” ... “my dear. who’s sir, baby?”

soap likes to be called by his name usually, but he doesn't mind when you occasionally let ‘daddy’ slip from your puffy lips. he'll let it slide, slapping your tight ass for each moan, while you sob into the bedsheets, mewling out at the stretch... his big cock pushed deep inside your tight hole!

“tha’s right, girlie... ‘m yer’ daddy, huh? aye... look at the mess yer’ makin’, pretty lassie.”

gaz likes to be called ‘handsome’, or any nickname that makes him feel hot and sexy, though he doesn't mind being called by his real name -- he loves the sound of it, when your voice is dripping and laced with euphoria. when he's sucking, lapping at your asshole, his tongue coating your hole in thick saliva and spit, drooling down your thighs and leaving indents on your hips from his grip. the soft mutters, or squeals driving him insane, making him feel sexy and hot as he eats your ass.

“aren’t‘cha pretty, doll? callin’ me handsome, god-- you make me feel hot things, dove.”

ghost likes to be called ‘sir’, that's it, and he expects nothing less from you. he expects to be called ‘sir’ whilst he's dragging his dick out of you, your soft pleads for more followed by a weak, quiet mutter of ‘sir.” he'll make sure you're screaming it, while he fucks you on his office desk.

“yeah--yeah, that’s fuckin’ right. ‘m you’r sir, ain’t that right, lovie?”

price, unsurprisingly (because i think a lot of people use this as a headcannon), likes to be called ‘daddy’, or any name that gives him a sense of authority over you and your pretty, gorgeous body. when he's sucking at your needy, wet clit, all he wants to hear is ‘daddy’ moaned loudly, echoing.

“oh-fuck! good girl... there we go, princess. listen to daddy, c’mon...”

#orla speaks #konig x reader smut #konig x you #konig x reader #konig smut #soap x reader smut #soap x y/n #soap x you #soap mactavish #cod soap #gaz x female reader #gaz x reader #gaz x you #gaz call of duty #gaz cod #ghost x female reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #captain price x reader #price x reader #price x you #captain price #captain john price

[tojis-gf]

personal stress reliever

author's note: yes bitch i struggled w this one so bad 😭 i had no clue how to go about writing this n i also didn't want to rush it but i didn't wanna like make it too long (n i probably did jus that, sowwy). o yea i also only like proofread this for like not even 5 mins so hehe

imagine toji in yet another zoom call for work n he's jus been so swamped and stressed with work that you jus wanna make him feel good. you look over at him while you lie on your back on the little black couch in the corner of his office, leaning back in his chair, hand against his lips and thumb resting under his chin as he listens to his business partner shiu ramble on about some changes the company is making. sounds absolutely fucking boring. so like the amazing gf and personal stress reliever you are, you decide to go and do that in the best way you knew possible.

you get up and get on your hands n knees n crawl under toji's desk, resting your plump ass on the heels of your feet, peering up at him from underneath with those big brown doe eyes, and bringing your index finger to your lips to tell him to keep it down. all he can do is look at you with wide eyes, already knowing what you were about to pull, but he lets you continue anyway.

you pull your perky tits from your tight little tank top, bouncing on release, and begin to unfasten his belt and undo his pants, pulling them down just enough for his cock to spring out, slapping against his lower abdomen. your mouth begins to salivate just at the sight of it. wanting to waste no time, you take his shaft in your delicate hands and begin to plant kisses from his tip all the way to the base of his cock before enveloping your plump lips around his reddened head.

you begin bobbing your head up and down taking in all of his fat cock, slobbering all over it, making it messy and nasty, just how toji likes it. one of his hands finds purchase on your head, pushing you down further, his fat mushroom head reaching your uvula, causing you to gag on his dick, saliva dribbling down the sides of your mouth and tears begin the well up in your eyes. unfortunately, toji's camera wasn't off; eyes half-lidded as he threw his head back, and a hand went up to cover his face as he let off a low grunt.

"mr. fushiguro? is everything alright?" one of the female employees says with concern.

"o-oh yeah 'm fine, just a headache that's all..i'll uh be right back," he mutters as he mutes himself and turns off his camera.

"fuckkk just like that princess," he moans as your tongue traces the prominent vein on his cock. you continue bobbling up and down on his cock, wrists twisting in a rhythmic movement as you continued to take him in your warm mouth. "missed that fuckin' tight little throat of yers, been so buried in work i forgot how fuckin' nasty that little mouth of yers was- shitt"

detaching your mouth from his cock, "jus wanted to make you feel good daddy, n i know how stressed you've been lately..." you say while pumping his cock in your hand "so jus sit back n relax baby, okay?"

"fuckk..yea okay doll.." toji mumbles as he lets off a groan. toji readjusts himself in his office chair so that he's now leaning back, hands behind his head as he lets you work your magic.

you place his cock in between your fat perky tits, holding them as you move up and down his shaft, occasionally giving his angry red head little kitten licks. you watch him gaze in awe as he watches his cock being devoured by your tits. "shit, i could watch my cock get swallowed by those perfect tits of yours all fuckin' day princess"

after a few minutes, toji begins growing impatient and begins to thrust his hips upward. not long after, his thrusts begin to get sloppier and his breaths begin to get heavier, signaling that he was close. "ohh fuckk just like that.."

after a few more thrusts, thick, white ropes of cum splattered all over your tits, and god does toji enjoy the view.

"fuck..ya gotta do that more often ma" he laughs as he catches his breath. you stand up with a grin on your face leaning in to press a kiss onto his lips, "anytime you want, baby"

#toji fushiguro smut #jujutsu kaisen #toji x black reader #toji smut #jjk smut #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #jjk toji #toji x reader #toji x bimbo reader #dilf toji #jujutsu kaisen smut #༊*·˚ 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐳 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

[ryunnggg]

Naughty - ITZY Yuna

9230 words

"Is it time for my detention, Mister Y/n?" cooed Yuna, strutting forward across the classroom and flaunting the Q heart on her cheek, an out in the open sign of her lust for white cock while she moved happily forward.

The door was locked and the hallways had finally emptied. It was likely only Yuna and Mister Y/n left in the school, give or take the janitor and some loose teachers sequestered away to feverishly grade. Nobody who could get in the way, letting the brunette sway and swish between the desks on her way toward the front of the class. "Time for me to learn how bad a girl I've been, and how much I need to be fixed?"

"It's only us here, 'Y/n' will be fine," said Mister Y/n. A substitute teacher from America working abroad to see Korea, about a decade older than Yuna. Handsome, decently muscular, very white, with a well kept beard and slicked back auburn hair. "It's just us."

"If I'm not calling you my teacher, maybe I should call you daddy instead," purred Yuna, rushing faster across the classroom to get to him. "Maybe you should pull out your huge, white cock and force this disobedient little Korean jailbait slut to get on her knees and choke on it. For detention! To teach me a lesson, Mister Y/n." Yuna leaned over her foreign teacher's desk, smile brightening as she wiggled enticing toward him, begging for his attention. "Don't you want to discipline me?"

Yuna was a danger. She was too powerful, coy and ruthless and fully able to weaponize her raw sexuality against Mister Y/n. Not that he minded, of course. "I think I need to hear some things out of your mouth to be worth disciplining," he told her, his hardening cock begging to slide into her mouth and ruin her.

"Oh? Like what, sir? Like saying I'm a filthy, needy Korean slut who can't keep from fantasizing about her American teacher's fat, white cock? That I'm a little bleachbitch who is going to find foreign men to fuck her throat whether it's you or not? Is that worth punishing me, Mister Y/n? Does the threat I'll go find other hung white studs to bleach my pussy and fuck some white babies into me make you angry enough to punish me?"

Yuna was unreal. Y/n had absolutely not come to Korea to teach solely so that he could date a Korean teenager, but he was absolutely unrepentant about doing so, rising up from his seat with his cock freed from his pants. A massive, throbbing, glorious, white cock that Yuna leaned immediately forward to begin to worship. No hesitation, just her mouth clung to the side of his shaft and slobbering all over it, praising it with kisses and hopeless obsession as she fell into the joy of what she needed most. Yuna understood what she was, what she wanted, and she didn't try to pull away from that, accepting and embracing her desires fully.

"I love white cock," she moaned, a little drunk on excitement from the very start. The burning desperation urged Yuna forward, licking all over her teacher's aching dick, already hard from her words and from just knowing what 'detention' after school entailed. The sloppy spectacle behind her love and her hunger was overbearing, direct, driven by an underlying desire to blow his mind and make him crave her on a level so fundamental that he'd never shake it off. Yuna knew her part and she knew how to wear him down for that, slobbering noisily on his dick, peppering it with kisses in a hazy show of wanton adoration. Her kisses ran along the length of his cock, messily praising his length. "This cock fits so deep in me. Only white men can hit girls in those places."

Y/n didn't try to contain himself, his head rolled back and his fingers running along the back of Yuna's head, trying not to take too much charge too quickly. He was absolutely unrepentant about these joys, about having this sweet girl doting on his cock and lavishing him with all the praise she could muster, so sloppy and loving and intense. Yes, she was closer to half his age than to his age. No, he didn't care. The burn of these spectacular lusts carried him deeper, kept him hungry for her touch and ready to feel her give him everything. "Should girls your age really be such bleached sluts?"

"Yes, of course!" gasped Yuna. "We should. We all should. If Korean teenage girls didn't bother with silly crushes on disappointing Korean boys and went right to serving white men, we'd be so much happier." She continued to flutter her kisses all over his cock, throwing in licks and sloppy adoration, both hands gripping his massive cock to continue tending to it and to continue delving in to the slow-burning surrender that this offered her. Yuna felt unstoppable, wanting only to push on harder, hotter, to let the sloppy lusts carry her into the deep end. "I'm so lucky that I have a big, strong, white man who fucked my jailbait pussy before I could give my virginity to any two-pump three-inch Asian boys."

Every word made Y/n's cock throb harder, drove him mad with desire. He wasn't exactly holding back or discouraging what Yuna was up to, but the weight of these wild pleasures definitely did to him things that felt maddening for how intense they were, how hotly the wants shuddered across him. He didn't try to fight it. He didn't resist her words or her touch. But the weight of just how intensely she delved into bleached talk and hard raceplay on a dime was always a bit staggering to him. Not that he didn't also encourage her along. "I saved you."

"My white savior," she moaned in turn, licking slowly up along the underside of his cock, toward his head, before she sucked it down deep, letting the lust carry her to the pleasure and the fever of senseless excitement now without restraint. The pleasure was just there to give in to, maddening in a spiral of devotion and lust to succumb to. The thick cock filled her mouth, made her jaw loosen to take him all in, but she was devoted and determined, forcing herself to sloppily revere this glorious white cock, to lose herself to what it demanded from her. Yuna was so ready to please, so hungry for white dick, and she wasn't able to pretend she could contain herself along her hunky, foreign boyfriend's length.

She pushed deep, hasty and sloppy, relentless in how she pushed onward to let loose the wicked satisfactions that she craved. The pleasure carried her to need this, to crave whatever she could get from the depths of these satisfactions now. It was pleasure she didn't feel able to process, struggling through these wants and through the need for warmth that this invited her to fall in to. Yuna felt unstoppable, every moan and push and slurp making her white stud feel better, want her more. She looked up into his eyes, saw the stares she received back, and everything he offered her made her burn brighter. Her desperation was unreal, and as she let him hit the back of her throat, Yuna remained committed and unstoppable.

"You're such a dirty slut. I need to keep you here in detention with me, so you don't go looking for strangers to bleach you instead." He grabbed the back of her head, finally taking some harder charge, forcing her deeper down his cock, easing into more of her throat.

Yuna was happy to choke him down, happy to give herself up to these sloppy, wild delights with less and less restraint with each passing second. She was unstoppable, ravenous, burning with unreasonable desperation and a need to let the pleasures carry her deeper. There was no resisting this, no fighting how nice it felt to give up fully. She needed to surrender to these lusts, giving in deeper to his touch, letting herself be the hazy, ditzy bleachslut she knew she was. Signaling with each motion of her head just how ready she was to serve him, Yuna let obsession consume her. It was easy to get into the right frame of mind to mindlessly be a slut for white cock. Especially Y/n's. The teacher before her was fully deserving of the most she could offer, prepared to submit in full, to accept how far down into lust she was ready to slide, unable to resist the allure and the chaos of surrender and desire now.

Throbbing harder in her mouth as she gave him what he wanted, Y/n tried his best to contain himself. "Such a dirty little whore. I see you in class, daydreaming about raising my kids, giving up on your idol life to be a white man's slutwife. You want it so badly, don’t you?"

"Gluk gluk," was all Yuna offered in response, continuing to slide down into the lust of his demanding touch, continuing to fall apart with less and less of a clear idea how to deal with her own ruin. Yuna didn't understand how she could have so easily crumbled to one cock like this, but it was all she cared about, the rightful plunge into beautifully demented surrender and a lust carrying her to need to give in. She was obsessed, devoted, bleached past the boundaries of reason, fully obsessed with her teacher's cock and with drooling all over it, fitting him into her mouth and bobbing along his shaft, letting her throat adore every inch of his shaft in impressive, relentless desire. Yuna felt unstoppable. Felt ready.

The bliss carried the moment into deeper, compromising fever, into pleasures that she was unable to resist or hold back. The pleasure just kept ripping across her thoughts, tearing with thunderous joy through her body, carrying Yuna to want to fall to pieces and to need whatever she could find in his touch now. The sucking did its work, tending to every inch of his cock, slathering it in spit, encouraging the wild, mad throbbing in her throat that told her that she was well on her way to tending to all of this. It was a beautiful feeling, a surrender to pleasure and desire she didn't try to hold back now. The pleasure felt outrageous, but she knew that as good as she felt sucking him off, Y/n felt at least as good getting this relentless deepthroat adoration.

Probably, right? Y/n had to enjoy having his cock sucked as much as Yuna enjoyed sucking it, at minimum. Y/n himself wasn't even so sure of that.

But the continued reverence and sloppiness and spectacle behind Yuna's deepthroat worship kept up a pace as reckless as could be, and Y/n didn't know if he could contain all of it.

Hotter groans carried him deeper in to these wicked pleasures, the need to continue to surrender to, all driven by the want that made him want to fall to pieces. "I'm gonna cum," he warned.

Yuna was happy to jerk back, smiling bright and welcoming his load. "All over me, daddy," she whined, jerking his cock off with both hands, moaning in sloppy reverence, serving his needs deep. "I want to wear white cum all over my face, like a good bleached whore," she moaned. She continued to tend to him, jerking him off faster, harder, throwing herself in to these wild pleasures. She didn't hold anything back, every stroke reckless, forceful, direct,

until he came all over her face. Hot ropes of gooey spunk splattered across her bright features, with Yuna moaning through all of it, her eyes shut to receive his massive load. Y/n always came hard, always made a gooey mess of her, splattering across her face with unbelievable desire.

With spunk dripping from her face and a shaky warmth washing over her body, Yuna needed only to surrender deeper. She licked some cum off of her lips and grabbed at his body, not satisfied yet. She wanted more.

"Can you take me home tonight?" she asked. "To keep an eye on me. Make sure I don't do anything. Maybe..." She leaned forward to plant more kisses onto his cock head again. "Maybe fuck a white baby into me. Please, Mister Y/n. I'll do anything. I'll eat your ass like a good Korean girl and make you so happy that you have to take me back with you."

An offer like that wasn't one any man could have been strong enough to fight. Turning quickly around, Y/n pushed his hips back and got a knee up onto his desk, leaning forward to show off his ass, his dangling balls, and his spit-shined cock to his teenage whore. "Do it," he told her. "From the moment I showed you my cock and you fell to your knees instead of calling the cops, I knew you were something special. Prove how special you are."

Yuna didn't need to be told twice. Shoving forward, she buried her face right into her favorite treat: white man ass. Grabbing his cock to stroke it and milk a load out of him, she got to work at licking against his rim slithering with her sloppy love across his ass, letting the wild desire carry her to want more and more of this. There was no restraint to hold her back from the sheer depth of her lusts now, carrying her to just have to give in to these lusts, to surrender to what she knew was the absolute only way forward.

Her tongue slithered around in broad strokes tending to the ass with hopeless obsession. This wasn't the most dignified way forward, but she needed it, moaning loudly through her feasting delight, committed to being consumed utterly by need and sloppy desire. Lust carried her to want to fall to pieces, to need to surrender to lust. Yuna loved eating white ass, and she threw herself into it with the gusto that such a glorious thing deserved. She rubbed her face in his ass, moaning, slobbering, letting her cock drunk lust carry her in serving him 'properly'.

"Such a good little ass eater," he groaned, reaching back to grab her head and pull her in. Yuna loved praise, and the more he gave her, the better she performed. It was a clumsy balancing act, something carrying him to want more and more of these lusts. There was no escape for Yuna, but she didn’t want any escape. She wanted to keep pushing, keep slobbering, keep revering this white man and giving him everything she could. The burn of these desires were too steep not to.

"I love slobbering all over my white man's ass hole," she moaned, sounding territorial and greedy while licking down to begin slurping on his heavy nuts, too. She was happy to pepper kisses all over his taint on the way down, reckless, ravenous, driven by a desire only to keep serving and slobbering. The pleasure continued to do to her things she didn't care about resisting, the unrestrained joy and greed to fall in to. There was only pleasure to give in to here, drunk on the sweet surrender and the delirium of needing more. The continued surrender to give in to offered to Yuna what she needed most. She sucked one of his balls into

her mouth and left his sac slathered in spit too, insisting herself into the moment as hard as she could. "Keep going. Keep telling me how good I am at serving white men."

"How about the fact I haven't fucked any of your classmates, because you're such a perfect bleached whore that I haven't needed to look for another girl?" He ground back against her face, savouring the ways she made him feel as she licked back up his taint to make out with his ass hole again. There was no restraint for Yuna, no moment where she could hold back or imagine controlling herself, letting the burning hunger carry her to a further depth of ruin and desire now. She needed to keep slobbering and serving, tending to his ass harder. His words made her lose her mind, the 'kind' praise of something that urged her harder forward, kept her desperate to make him feel all the things she hoped might help her fall to pieces now. The greed carried her to a lot of weirder places, to a satisfaction and a hunger she couldn't do anything about.

The sloppy lust carried her to need more of him, slurping on his ass hole while she jerked his cock harder and quicker. Switches down to lick his balls kept things fresh, surprising him with the messy fever of what she was at, delving on these pleasures and keeping up with something meant to make him burn with need. Yuna felt clingy, needy, burning with a desperate desire to make him feel good centered around the worry that if she didn't, he'd go find some other girl to bleach, and she could not let that happen. A little jealous, a little territorial, keeping up her passion. "Korean tongue feels best against white ass holes, doesn't it, sir?" she moaned.

"The best, especially yours." Gripping the table and keeping steady so she could work at his touch, Y/n was lost to these pleasures, struggling to hold himself together as she jerked him off faster and harder, both hands mercilessly working to tend to him while he fell in deeper. She was a complete wreck, but the pleasures continued on with burning excitement. Yuna was happy to not rat him out and to not bring him any trouble for exposing himself in front of one of his students, keeping her as his girlfriend. Yuna was desperate for it, ready to please him and ready to give him everything he desired. She was happy to keep him giving in, happy to tend to his every desire and to lick his ass hole like a good slut.

There was simply no way that Y/n could have let a girl like her go. Shuddering through these hopeless pleasures, allowing passion to be his undoing, he gave in deeper, messier, unable to resist the pleasures that continued to ruin him in the name of losing himself. "You're so fucking good. Keep going, Yuna. You're the best. You're going to--oh, fuck, you're the perfect Korean girl."

That made her moan like she was cumming, just from the pride and the glee alone, throwing into a beautifully deranged burn of passion, the pleasure carrying her to fall apart utterly under his touch, giving in to the pleasure in full, accepting it as all she could do, the unrelenting joy of crumbling to pieces for him. For a white man. For her white man. She jerked him off faster and she relentlessly tonguefucked his ass in pursuit of more of that praise and of the chance to make him erupt all over her again.

With a sudden groan and a twist around, Y/n smacked Yuna across the face with his cock in trying to turn himself around as quickly as he could. The impact didn't shock her too much, and Yuna did her best to take it, moaning appreciatively and allowing his cock to blast across

her face with another messy load. More cum that splattered onto her beaming smile, keeping her overjoyed to be giving up to all of this. She took the facial in pride, loving the feeling of his cum all over her face, the dripping mess she received and the joy that she found in so wholly lost to this. Yuna savoured everything about this mess, jerking his cock off and making sure she wrung out every drop before drawing back with a gasp of pure delight.

"I can go home with my white daddy now, right?" Yuna asked, dragging cum off her cheek with her fingers and licking it off. "I've been a good girl and earned it?"

Y/n stared at Yuna with cum dripping down her face, knowing full well that there was only one answer to that question.

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Down on her knees in the car, there wasn't much for Yuna to do but suck his balls. Hidden under the steering wheel while he drove home, she hadn't actually wiped anything off of her face, leaving all the clear mess of her lustful, slutty surrender right there on the spot. It just made her feel better that way, slapping herself with his huge cock while she sucked on his balls, slurping noisily on them and giving them some devoted love, having rimmed his ass hole and deepthroated his cock already otherwise. The insistence and the raw desire behind this was all so simple, so direct, built on Yuna's hopeless hunger and just how badly she craved white cock.

"Fuck, you make it hard to focus," groaned Y/n, trying his best just to drive and not go off the road even with the gorgeous idol slurping his nuts. It was an amazing burn of pleasure, the heat to keep giving in to, pleasure enticing him to want more and more of this. There was a pleasure to this to keep giving in to. It was pleasure direct and messy and enticing him to just need to sink in to this. All of it. Dragged into the weirder pleasure to continue falling in to left Yuna needing to give up to this. She shook under the wild pleasure to give in to hotter, the satisfaction to want more and more of. "Such a perfect slut. You were born to be bleached."

"All Asian women are," moaned Yuna, slapping his cock across her face, keeping up the pleasure and keeping up the huger and the fever of wanting to give in hotter, needing more of these pleasures that continued to plunge her into this, deeper and sloppier fever that continued to sentence her to this demise. She didn't try to contain herself now, keeping up this pace and keeping the pleasure burning across her. Messier fever and fire continued its desires, and she let the passion carry her deeper in to all of this, a hungrier fever and a passion she just wanted to embrace in full. The unquenchable desire continued to do to Yuna things she couldn't resist, giving in to all this lust and falling to pieces under what it demanded from her now. She needed it, and nothing could hold back her cravings.

The taste of his balls drove her wild. Yuna didn't care if she came off like a sloppy addict. She didn't want to be anything less, didn't want to even pretend she had a capacity now for restraint. There was only the satisfaction of giving in to this, craving whatever he could do to her and accepting how ready she was to just give up to it. Everything inside of Yuna craved this singularly obsessive burn, a moment of devotion and fire she didn't try to resist.

Everything she did was direct, sloppy, burning up within her as she pushed against it now. Sucking on these heavy, white balls let Yuna focus on how full they were, how ready to blow

they surely were. On the idea that what she really needed was to give in fully to these sloppy spectacles. It was everything to her now, a dead end rush of lust burning her up from within.

It was only ball worship, but it was also reverence of a white man's ability to breed girls like her. Even after blowing two loads all over her face, Y/n’s nuts felt so heavy, so ready to blast rope deep into her womb. White men were so fertile and indomitable, and she praised his nuts, knowing they were the key to blowing her mind and making her feel all the sloppy, wild emotions that she craved so badly. Yuna didn't care about restraint, needing to push forward, needing to accept the surrender inviting her to fall to pieces. It was just too good not to, the sweeping desire and delight of letting this plunge carry her into depths from which she was never going to escape. That was good. That was how she wanted it. With every sloppy push forward, Yuna focused herself on tending to his balls, on slapping herself with his cock. Just out of view, she tended to her teacher's cock, ready and sloppy and surrendering everything to these pleasures now.

This was impossible for Y/n to focus through, but he was so happy to let the pleasures carry him on deeper in to this mess of ruin and hunger. The pleasure remained so insistent, driven by the sloppiest of passions, by desires to keep riding out. The pleasure kept him hungry and reckless, driven by the sloppiest of passions, needing only to seek out how good it could feel to let everything go. There was only pleasure to this mess, the pursuit of ever-sloppier, ever- filthier lust. There wasn't a shred of restraint behind her devoted, throbbing passions now. He was such a lucky fuck, and he didn't pretend otherwise, letting Yuna's every doting push keep him well adored, tended to with unbelievable excitement, needing to savor these sloppy lusts and every desire that came with it. Letting Yuna adore him was the only way forward, the only possible relief he could have wanted, and it carried him to need more. To crave it. To let himself give in.

Smacking herself silly with his cock and letting her thoughts fall apart, Yuna kept up her sloppy attention, moaning harder on his balls while she slobbered all over them. "I'm going to drink your cum this time, because I don't want you to stop being able to see my pretty face under all this cum. I want you to know you're fucking a gorgeous Korean teen with every stroke, daddy." Her 'daddies' were strategic little missile strikes to drive him mad, and they kept working perfectly to drive him mad.

Y/n took one of his hands off the driving wheel and grabbed her head, shoving her deep down his cock. Yuna said she was going to drink it, but 'drink' implied she would swallow. Y/n didn't let Yuna swallow, forcing her to deepthroat his cock and pumping into her with unrelenting greed, the pressure and the chaos of fever that pushed her over the line. She struggled through letting him pump his load directly into her stomach, the moaning ecstasy carrying her in hazy surrender and a beautiful madness she didn't have any idea how to resist this. Maddening pleasure carried her to fall fully to pieces under the pleasure of all this pleasure, the heat of needing to just give up to all of it. It was a brilliant mess of desire and need and hunger to give up to, and she didn't have a prayer against it.

"We're almost there," he told her. "Just stay down there until I stop, okay?"

Yuna was happy with that, suckling on her daddy's fat white dick like a hungry little baby pig. She would have been happy doing this all day instead of having to suffer with actual class work.

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Back at Y/n's, Yuna was happy to immediately fling herself to her teacher, stripping herself out of her clothes and unveiling the luscious mess that her body had become. Red ink all over her fit idol body made clear what she was about. The Q-laden heart on her cheek was only the beginning of the mess she'd made of her body. There was the row of heart vines along her thigh, the words 'WHITE BABIES ONLY’ lovingly rendered and framed in floral accents to serve as a womb tattoo. Hearts and roses and motifs around them enshrined other phrases like 'RACE TRAITOR', 'HAPA FACTORY', and 'BREED WHITE' all over her body. One of Korea's top idols had on hiatus and almost immediately covered herself in red ink glorifying white men, something that Yuna was unabashedly not ashamed of.

Especially when it made Y/n look at her like a piece of meat.

The tattoos were Y/n's idea. He was the one who'd corrupted her into this, the one how had bleached her and pushed her to just fall completely to pieces, showing her the tattoos American women got to signal their devotion to white men and then helping Yuna book appointments to get herself covered in them. She was unashamed of all of it, proud of the mess made of her body and how readily she wanted to give in. Not that Yuna minded covering herself head to toe in these appreciations, of course. She adored all of it.

"Aren't you happy that you've tamed me into a good bleachbunny for you?" asked Yuna, pushing Y/n down onto his bed and ripping at his clothes. "I'm such a dirty little slut for white cock now. I can never return to the stage looking like this now. Korea wants its idols to pretend that Korean boys are worth anything, but I'm just a white man's whore. I can't pretend. I won't pretend. Korean holes should only be filled with white cocks. Korean men shouldn't fuck Korean women; they should only watch superior men fuck them."

"God, you're perfect," Y/n groaned, groping Yuna's perky tits and her taut ass, adoring her body while he eyed all of her tattoos and all of the utterly demented lust behind all of this. There was a pleasure to these feelings that absolutely nothing was going to resist now. "I don't think you could say anything that could make me harder than what you're saying now."

Yuna licked her lips. 'There's one thing," she said, fishing his cock out and looming above it, her cunt dripping from all the oral worship she'd given him to get to this point. Her body shook in wild appreciation of these joys, the lust pulsing across her with unrelenting desire. Her smile widened. "Do you want to hear it?" she asked. 'I think it'll excite you. I think it's just what a hung, white stud here to fuck jailbait Korean girls wants to hear."

"Please," he groaned, not user what it was but trusting fully in Yuna's demented ideals, knowing that whatever she was about to confess to him would be unbelievable. He continued to knead her ass and her tits while awaiting the sweet surprise.

"I've gone off my birth control, daddy."

Yuna followed up the words with a wild slam down onto his cock, taking every inch of white dick into her tight, teenage hole, moaning in hopeless desire as she got to work at taking him in. Her moans were outrageous and desperate, driven by the absolute sloppiest frontiers of obsession now. Up and down she went, throwing herself into ravenous surrender to his cock. Up and down she moved, needing to give in to this, embracing the sloppy lust of everything

she craved. The Her body was ready, sloppy, pushing on for the most reckless of desires, keeping up pleasure and fever she needed only to let take her. It felt so good, so insistent, and she didn't care about holding back from it, didn't want anything to hold her from these lusts now.

"Fuck," groaned Y/n, lost to the immediate weight of her desires and what she wanted. He seized her hips tightly, guiding her up and down on his cock with unbelievable greed, the desire carrying him to need whatever he could get from this, her pussy squeezing around him. "Does that mean--"

"Yes, it means I want you to knock me up. I want to be a traditional Korean slutwife for you. Only you. I want to tend to your home, respect you, submit, and worship your foreign cock. I want to carry your white children and I want to fulfill my purpose. As a woman. As an Asian. As an Asian woman. I need to be yours." She was desperate, shameless, slamming harder onto his cock with merciless devotion. 'That's why you came here, wasn't it?"

"Not just t--"

"Not 'just'. You craved teenage Korean flesh so bad, and you didn't even wait a week before you pumped a load into me. You want this. Don't fight it. I want it, too. I'll give up on being an idol so I can come be yours instead. It's all I care about." Yuna let her hips work wildly up and down atop his lap. she was full of love and devotion, needing to give in to this and craving whatever she could find from it, throwing herself to want more and more of this, the pleasures carrying her to crave him with all she had. There was just no good way for anything to contain her now. Wildly riding his lap and carrying on with all she had to tend to him, Yuna knew that this was the way forward. The way to make him happy, and to change her life.

This was unbelievable. Y/n stared at the broken little cockslut he'd turned Yuna into. He'd never imagined she would so easily become so hard bleached. There was no doubt; she'd immediately converted over to it and let it become a lifestyle for her. It was either a testament to how amazing his cock was, or to how ready Yuna was for BWC to dominate her. maybe both. Maybe they were perfect for one another, destined to come together so his white cock and her race traitor pussy could find one another. It was a beautiful decadence and a chaos to keep giving in to, pleasures demanding only the hunger and the fever to keep pushing for more of.

Yuna was an unstoppable beast, a creature of lust and hunger and desire pushing her to want to give in. she didn't care about restraint, the irresistible chaos and the passion she wanted to keep her wanting more and more of. Pleasure and indulgence carried her to keep needing more, keep pushing in to these maddening lusts. There was a pleasure and a want to keep giving up to hotter. Every slam down onto his huge cock kept her needing more. "You should really consider putting a ring around my finger so that I never ever run away. You could even get me a collar instead, if you wanted to. A nice little diamond choker with a heart on it. Anything to prove I'm your bleached pet."

Every precision strike tease drove Y/n madder. His cock throbbed in hopeless, smoldering greed, keeping up a feverish desire and a hunger to keep wanting more and more of this all. There was no restraint behind these wicked lusts, keeping up the chaos and the passion to keep indulging in, embracing the hungers he wanted more and more to give up to. There felt

like absolutely nothing to give in to hotter, the wilder mess of these chaotic throbs, a lust tearing across him and keeping up wilder hunger now. The pleasure kept up its pace of pure hunger, wanton and sloppy and keeping up with this all. There was a pleasure to give in to hotter now. Her body felt unstoppable, driven by a sloppy momentum carrying her to just want to give up to all of it, needing to embrace these absolutely demented lusts now, desires and hungers she couldn't get enough of.

Moaning in hotter, hazier surrender, Yuna loved being such a sloppy bleachbunny for him. Her eyes rolled back, moans stuttering and shivering through these hopeless lusts. Keeping up the pace here imposed something upon Yuna that felt truly beautiful now. She didn't want it to stop, didn't want anything to hold her back from these devotions now. "White cock is the best. I need it. I need you. Knock me up and make me your wife already, what's keeping you?" She continued to greedily slam down onto him, unstoppable, imposing, demanding that he fuck her and fill her. There was no restraint for Yuna, only the dizzying surrender of satisfaction to keep chasing, and she was happy to keep up with it, to push him, to demand from him everything.

How could Y/n possibly resist? He slammed her down on his lap in maddening greed, desire carrying him to want more and more of these wicked pleasures, sloppy fever to give in hotter to. The unreasonable, overbearing ecstasy drove him to need this, every craving pushing him along until he just lost all control. Senseless, sloppy, hungry, he slammed up into her, pumping into Yuna with shot after shot of gooey cum that drove her over the line, keeping her needing this in fully, sloppier hunger keeping up the pleasure beyond reason. It was a beautiful mess of hunger, the heat to continue to give in to deeper. There was a pleasure behind these unreal and unreasonable devotions, the tremble of shuddering lust to just give up to utterly.

"Breed me, breed me! I want my white babies. The best thing a Korean woman can be is the mother to white children!" Her screams of sloppy obsession carried her to need this, craving the hunger and the fever of desire she didn't try to resist. Cravings consumed her utterly, and Yuna wanted to give up to all of it, delving in to the hotter of passions now, keeping her needy and sloppy and lost to the purity of hunger upon her. There was nothing she wanted to do but give up to all of this, the more and more imposing lusts she gave in to fully. The warm, gooey cum set her off, made her gasp and shudder through wilder passion, the pleasure she let carry her to the limit. It was an unbelievable hunger to need more of, giving in to this lustful heat without a shred of reason or dignity now. There was just pleasure to all of this, the burning fever to want more and more of. "Breed me again."

Yuna was happy to twist around and turn toward him, shaking her perky ass and showing off the big white heart on her ass cheek that read 'WHITE OWNED' with a crown. It was the kind of sight that could make Y/n’s thoughts go a bit crazy as he lurched forward. He meant to slide right back into her pussy, but as her wiggling, tatted-up ass advertised itself as white- owned, Y/n decided he wanted to go for something else, ramming his huge, white cock up her tight little backdoor without a word of warning.

Squeaking in wild shock at the pressure behind it, Yuna didn't exactly mind. "Of course, you want to fuck my ass, too," she moaned. "I don't mind, we'll get back to breeding again." She worked against him harder, happily tending to these sloppy devotions, her hips working to

meet his thrusts and to give in to the wildest of her desires. "Every part of me is made for you, and I'll be a good wife for my white man by letting your cock dominate all of my body. I'll learn how to cook American meals and give you them while I give you head, just like a white man deserves!" The sex was just a step in the process now, devotion carrying her along.

Yuna felt like she needed to just embrace these wicked and depraved ideas now, sloppy indulgence and obsession that carried Yuna to let herself go. She didn't care about these relentless passions now, the pleasure to keep her falling in to deeper, the hunger and the fever of giving up to all of this. The pleasure didn't leave a shred of sense behind now, the pleasures carrying on the sloppier fire and the chaos to want more and more of. Her hips shook and slammed back, feeding the needy heat pulsing across her body, tending to Yuna's every desire and hunger. she didn't want to slow down, needing to feel whatever she could get from this sloppy spectacle, greedy and lost and lit up with the fierce indulgence and desire that could turn a girl dumb. She didn't want to slow down in the face of this, needing only to let the pleasure carry her deeper, to feel this huge, white cock rearrange her guts.

"Can't help it," groaned Y/n, ramming up Yuna's ass with all he had, seeking the sloppy embrace of single-minded lust and the need carrying him to want to just go all out. It was too much pleasure to contain, the burning fever and ferocity that demanded he do everything he could to give in to this. It felt like everything he needed. "You could be famous, but you want to be my whore wife instead."

"Pleasing a white man brings me something so much better than being famous ever could," she whined. The pleasure enticed madder pleasure that she needed more and more of.

Unrestrained carried her to need to give up to all of these excitements, the passion to need more and more of. Unreasonable, unreal desire carried her to crave this now. Her tight ass got stretched out even harder than her cunt, and she knew she wanted only to give in to all of this, needing to surrender to these joys in full, keeping up the sloppiest of passions and joys now. The pleasure demanded that she succumb utterly, melting under the burning ecstasy to continue sinking in to.

The bed creaked and heaved a little bit under the force of wild doggy style anal, pounding madder into her. Drunk on these desires and sinking into the lust, Yuna didn't want anything to slow her down, carried on into the sloppier, deeper chaos to give in to, struggling through ideas of burning ecstasy that she continued to fall in to now. The pleasure was relentless, ferocious, burning across her and inviting her to just need to succumb to all of this. Yuna knew what she was about, and she knew what she wanted, embracing all of the hungers to carry on with hotter. There was no good way to handle these ideas, pleasure and chaos that carried her to want more and more of now.

"My whole body is bleached. I'm such a dirty slut. I'm such a naughty whore for white dick. I'm so happy that you're the white stud who broke me in, but I was destined to be a dirty whore for white men. It's what any Asian woman is made for. It's what we're born for!" She squealed out in hotter chaos, the surrender of delving in to these wicked ideas, pleasure to fall in to deeper, every craving igniting inside of her the purest of devotions and lusts now. It was what she needed most, and everything about these drunken joys drove her over the line now. "Do you like my tattoo? Once I'm done having my first baby, I'll let you choose what my other ass cheek gets." She twisted and giggled through this sloppy delirium, through a

continued need carrying her to want this all. She felt the unstoppable desire rip harder across her.

"I'm going to fucking cover you in them," he groaned. "Your presents will just be finding new ways to cram ink on your body to say you're a white-owned cockslut." Y/n didn't try to resist it, didn't pretend otherwise. Wilder greeds drove him to want to ruin her, to keep up pleasures that felt madder, sloppier, like a wild rush of burning excitement, the burning wickedness of needing to break her down completely. The utter depravity carried him to want to burn her up hotter, sending her into sloppier fires and lusts that continued to push her along. "I knew I'd take a girl in my class and turned her into a white worshiping whore, I just didn't think you'd be so easy."

"Any Korean girl would break if such an amazing, white cock broke her in. I know it. I'm just the lucky girl too pretty for you to resist. Now turn me into a Korean housewife who's loyal to her husband. We make the best wives. We're obedient. Respectful. Reverent. My white god will never have anything but pure love from me."

All of Yuna's babbling and whining urged Y/n to just let himself go. He remained unable to care about restraint, without a choice in the hard, mad slam forward, pumping into her with relentless joy. He came up her ass, flooding her ass with a hot load of molten spunk, sending her into the thrashing, shrieking joy of an overdrive she fell in to hotter, loving every second of burning greed now. It was unbelievable fire, the ferocious joy that she was able to give in to in full. Yuna thrashed, ached, gave in to these hotter spectacles and a passion that she didn't care about holding back from. The irresistible fever carried her to crave this, and she just did not care about restraint.

The cock pulled out of her ass, and Yuna shuddered. 'SO big," she whined, dripping with his cum from both holes now. "I can get bred again now, right daddy?"

Yuna turned around to face Y/n, eager and sloppy and hopelessly committed to getting what she wanted now.

But Y/n’s cock was starting to soften. A white cock had the stamina to go all night, but it did need a few breaks. "Maybe after dinner," Y/n said, slumping back against the bed. "You did make me cum five times since school ended and it's... I don't know what time it is, but it's not that late."

No. No, that was not acceptance. Frowning and pouting, Yuna stared at the softening cock, slowly falling down. Not shrinking much, though. Her teacher was huge even soft. But she wouldn't let him be soft, and she had to throw herself into the hopeless joy of grabbing his cock and licking it all over. She didn't care about going ass to mouth. Nasty bleached sluts did whatever it took. "No," she whined, licking and kissing all over his cock, tending to him with the burning fever and the desire carrying her to want more and more of all this. The pleasure carried her to crave these joys now, satisfaction and lust driving her into the deep end of fever and ferocity.

"You're such a desperate little whore," he groaned. "Does having white babies fucked into you matter so much?'

Yuna didn't answer, staring up at him with tempestuous, pouty fury while continuing to slobber all over his cock. Of course it did! He knew it, too. He was just teasing, but his teasing was working. She continued to lick and kiss all over his cock, her sloppy reverence carrying him to give in to this, urging him to give her what she wanted.

Slowly but surely, he hardened up against the desire aching across him. Yuna didn't hold anything back, and the raw sexual delight of seeing this desperate little Korean teen slave over his cock drove him mad. How could he not get hard again? His cock rose to attention, every groan he let out one of pure delight at the sheer control he held now over her. "Such a good little slut. You want your babies?"

"Yes," she whined.

"You want to get bred white?" "Please."

"You want my white cock to colonize your little race traitor pussy and pump you full of white babies so that you can start your life as a bleached housewife the second you graduate?"

"It's the only thing I want!" she screamed.

Y/n threw her back down onto the bed and slammed upon her from above, his cock forcing its way with brutal insistence into Yuna's pussy, starting up on the wicked satisfaction that it took to absolutely ruin her. Powerful, feverish slams rattled her to her core, made Yuna shriek as he got back to pounding her cunt, fresh off of a little reminding and a little fluffing.

"Own me," she whined, her legs kicked up into the air for this mating press, letting his body come crashing down upon hers. So powerful, so harsh, so ready to make her melt under his touch. Yuna felt drunk beneath its daze, wanting to continued to let these passions urge her deeper, unable to resist how good it felt to just let go. Everything about these sloppy needs encouraged her to want to collapse, and she didn't care about anything but white cock as he took her. "I'm yours. I'm yours. I'm yours!"

"That's right. You're mine, and you're never going to stop being my little bleachslut now. Ricebunny whore. Jailbait cocksucker. I'm going to marry you the second I'm no longer your student."

The words made Yuna shriek with wild joy, the passion madder and sloppier, carrying her to want to give in to this now. She was powerless against these devotions, passionate hunger to keep giving up to, continuing to surrender herself to this and wanting to give in to these pleasures now, the deeper ferocity that she was ready to give in to deeper now. There was no restraint behind these ideas, hunger and sloppy desire she wanted more and more of now.

There felt like no good way to handle these frustrations, chaotic fire and desire too ferocious to be able to handle. She needed this, craving his touch and wanting to give ever deeper in to the idea of losing control.

Her legs pressed tighter against his sides, drunken whines continuing to ring out in brighter desire now. Yuna felt powerless, the hunger sloppier, wilder, carrying her to need more and

more of this. There was only devotion and desire to this mess, and she was ready for this. All of this. She needed to give in, and she needed to surrender herself to these maddening lusts, carried into pleasure and want she didn't know how to resist. It was a relentless passion to carry on with, giving up to these lusts to give in to deeper now.

This was an addiction. Unable to contain herself and knowing that she was a sloppy wreck giving up hotter by the second, Yuna simply couldn't contain herself, couldn't care. She gave in to these desperate lusts, ecstasies ripping across her madder and wilder now. Drunk on these lusts and ready to give up fully to this mess, Yuna fell gleefully to pieces, lost to this hunger and lost to the sloppiness of ecstasy that tore her utterly to pieces now. "I need to get bred,” she whined. "Please. Please. Babies. Let me brag. I'll get it tattooed on me. All over. Breed me white and I'll cover myself proudly in it. It's all I want." She was a dizzy wreck, thrashing under the lust and the heat of needing to simply give in to all of this, the pleasures she wanted to break under fully.

Unrestrained greed carried Yuna to want to just fall to pieces, succumbing to pleasure desperately demanding that she break down in full. There was no good way to handle these passions, and it became a pleasure she just couldn't resist. The pleasure was unreal, a sloppier fire carrying her to give in deeper to this now. The pleasure carried her to want to fall utterly apart here. The pleasure was truly spectacular, and she didn't want it to hold her back. There wasn't anything to do but gave up to all of this, pleasures demanding that she fall apart in full. It was beautiful, desperate, reckless, and she just gave up to all of it now. She had to. Yuna was drunk on the bliss of betraying her race, and her pleas were hopelessly committed to the most demented of surrenders.

"Fuck," groaned Y/n, who struggled to hold himself together long enough to actually get into this groove. The pleasure was relentless and feverish, sloppier pleasures he knew he needed to give up to deeper. The most ravenous of these lusts demanded more from him, keeping up pleasure and want that continued to give in deeper now. There was a pleasure that didn't feel sane, senseless and wicked. "You're unreal."

Yuna squealed hotter. "That's all I can get? One of the most famous idols in Korea is your bleached cumrag, and all you can call me is 'unreal'?"

"You're the perfect fucking woman!" he hollered, throwing his head back, cursing, thrashing, giving himself up to this hotter. The burn of noisy hunger and fever drove him over the edge, all sense melting away in the throes of these pleasures. He came hard, pumping her full of cum and letting loose the sloppiest of his desires now. Relentless, hungry, thrashing wildly about, he let loose the hungers that drove him mad. It was pleasure as desperate and as forceful as he could have handled now. The sloppier and hotter chaos continued its demanding hungers now.

The words sent Yuna shrieking into another orgasm, sloppy and noisy under the wild satisfaction of just needing to give in to this. It was everything to her now, the pleasure to carry in to hotter. The ever-sloppier chaos drove her mad with hunger, and she just had to accept the sloppy desire and ecstasy of wanting all of these wicked passions now. Her cunt squeezed down around his cock, and her screams of desperate drunken fever carried her to the limit. "Daddy daddy daddy daddy bleach me!" She was lost her mind with joy; this was

the day she had been waiting too long for, and she wanted to give up to these wicked desires, a pleasure she wanted to succumb to utterly, and she didn't pretend she was even remotely capable of reason now.

As she came around his cock and screamed for this, Y/n happily gave in to the morally dubious ecstasy of these pleasures too, giving up to all of this and embracing the utter ecstasy that kept hitting him hard. His cock erupted with wild joy, needing to fill her up, throwing all sense away and allowing senseless joy to be become everything now to him. The pleasure wasn't real, wasn't sensible, and all of these ideas became their undoing. He held her down to the mattress and pumped her full to the brim with cum, sending her into the collapse of all sense under the sheer satisfaction of what he needed most now. This was his time, the beautifully deranged passion he wanted more of, and he just would not hold himself back from all of it.

"Groaning, aching, shivering atop her, Y/n groaned, "I’m going to fuck you all night. Pussy only, to make sure it takes. But dinner." He pulled out of her. "First, we get some dinner."

Yuna nodded happily. "I'll make you something," she cooed, ready to get good practice at being the wife that he deserved.

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[kissinkou]

COME AND GET IT NOW !

ft. college best friend! choso kamo

cw : kissing. making out. clothed grinding. groping. cursing. mentions of cum. allusions to s3x. whiny, inexperienced choso my beloved :3

you don’t know how, or when, or why this topic of discussion had come up.

what you remember is sitting in your small student dorm room, splayed out over your pink linen sheets and your puffy white duvet. your best friend, choso, is sat on the end with twiddling thumbs as he examines your room as if he had never seen it before.

truth be told, he’s seen it more times than he could count. girly and poster ridden, desk messy with papers from your professor and rainbow highlighters dropped to the floor.

you’re rambling on about your latest failed date, complaining since the moment you had entered your abode with a bounce as you hit your soft mattress.

“ way too much tongue. he was practically slobbering all over me ! and he didn’t even pay for my food. how dumb is that ?! ”

in the corner of your eye, you can see choso’s face screw into a look you can’t decipher. he hums, knee now bouncing up and down with the slightest taps of his foot.

“ cho ? you okay ? ” you ask in confusion, eyebrow quirked up in questioning.

“ what did it feel like ? ” was certainly not the question you were expecting to come from choso’s mouth.

“ uh… whadya mean ? ”

he debates with himself for a few moments, considering whether or not to ask, but he knows you. you’re not going to give up unless he tells you now.

“ yknow… kissing and stuff… ”

if you were surprised before, you’re appalled now. why would a hot college guy be asking you about sex lives ? and he’s your best friend at that. you can see the puzzle pieces forming, until suddenly, it clicks.

“ holy shit cho ! have you never fucked anyone ? or wait… have you even kissed anyone ? ”

choso’s eyes are darting from you to the floor, heat flooding his cheeks at his random outburst of a question.

“ mm… no… not really… ”

you’re rendered absolutely speechless at this new information bestowed upon you. your best friend of many years, who just so happens to be quite the attractive guy, hasn’t even had his face sucked ? you couldn’t help but giggle in either shock or pure humor, and choso’s face is almost burning red.

“ w-what the fuck ! that’s crazy, you’ve gotta be kidding me ! ” you start, laughter dying down at the pout that takes over his lips. “ sorry… sorry. uh, so you want me to tell you about it ? ”

you can see the sudden glint that takes over choso’s brown eyes, mustering up the courage to ask the question that’s been eating him alive day in and day out.

“ … could you teach me instead ? please… ”

———

that’s how you ended up here, you and your best friend laying on your bed, stripped of any innocence that could be left lingering between you two.

your legs straddle his waist, and his bulge is evidently growing underneath you. his hands are shaky, carefully leaving featherlight touches at the skin of your hip in nervousness.

“ um… so just close your eyes… and follow what i do okay… ? ”

the gulp choso takes makes his adams apple bob, eyes closing at your intstruction. you lean in, hot breath fanning over his face in the briefest moment of hesitation. his heart is pounding, and you aren’t exactly sure why, but yours is too.

you dont hold yourself back when you mold your lips against his, feeling him stiffen under you at the sudden feeling of your kiss. you move your lips again, and he follows, kissing over and over with your lead. you hold the reigns when you dart your tounge out to lick over his bottom lip, him opening his mouth to let you in.

the longer you two make out, the more confident you both are becoming. your hands travel from his arms to his chest, touching in areas you never thought you would in your lifetime. his hands move from your hips, lower and lower before just barely hovering against your ass. he’s shy.

breaking apart the kiss for only a moment to whisper into his mouth, “ it’s okay cho… i want you to touch me. ”

that’s all the conformation he needs to give in to the desires he’s had for who knows how long, squeezing and groping at you like his life depends on it. the kisses you share grow needy, searing hot with the tingles that travel from your feet up to the top of your spine.

choso softens into a whimpering mess, bucking his hips the more heated things get. you’re devouring eachother, hungry and feverish with the sucks and bites that has you grinding back onto choso’s hardened tent in his pants.

“ f-fuck ! am i doing good ? please… please touch me. i want more. ” is what choso whines out, grinding his hips back into yours, desperate for any attention you can give him.

clothed and feverous, the sway of your hips has you both whining and moaning into eachothers mouths. you’re sure if you both kept going, choso just might cum in his pants.

“ ah!— cho… ” you start, voice dripping in desire with the pretentious touches you leave on the man you call out for,

“ want me to teach you how to fuck a girl, too ? ”

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[i-cant-sing]

Yandere big brother!Jason Todd hogging baby sis!reader all to himself, and not letting anyone else near her. Like, the whole batfam is trying to get the reader but failing. And Jason just going, “You’ll have to pry her out of my cold dead hands if you want her! 😡🖕”

Meanwhile, he just dotes over his baby sis just being cute and he’s all like, “You’re so precious 🥰! I’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you, okay? 🥺 Big brother jay will take care of you!”

He’s 100% ready to fight his family and go off the grid with his baby sister, or take extreme measures of hiding his baby sis!Reader if he has to. He feels that he’s better fit to take care of his sister out of everyone in the family.

Fr fr, and he can never bear to see you cry. Like the moment tears start forming in your eyes, oh god- it's like someone is actually crushing his heart. Believe me when I say that the nurse who gave your vaccination shots barely made it out alive, with Bruce and Dick holding Jason back while you cried (which stopped quickly as soon as one of them picked you up).

Like I can see Jason holding baby reader in his arms, who's just cooing and forming spit bubbles and Jason has this stern gaze directed at you, but anyone can see the huge softie is from a mile away, and he's telling you not to cry ever because it's just- wrong!

Jason, glaring at you: and you are not allowed to cry! Ever!

Baby Y/n, coos and tries to grab his hair: huegh?

Jason, leans closer so that you're forced to look into his eyes: It's illegal! No tears or its jail time for you!

Baby Y/n, leans forward to give his nose a slobbering kiss: *giggles*

Jason, tears forming in his eyes as he pulls you in a hug: gosh dammit fuck it, you're too precious for this world! I'll lock you up forever.

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Alfred: Master Bruce?

Bruce: yes, Alfred?

Alfred: Master Jason has kidnapped little miss Y/n again.

Bruce, slamming his newspaper on his desk: GODDAMMIT ITS THE FOURTH TIME THIS MONTH! Where are they?

Alfred: the doomsday bunker-

Bruce, getting ready in his batsuit: of course, it's the doomsday bunker. Call Clark, tell him to take care of missiles Jason has fired.

#yandere jason todd x reader #yandere jason todd #yandere batfamily #yandere batfam #yandere batman #yandere bruce wayne

[bluecollarmcandtf]

"Dude, I possessed your professor...

The hairs on your neck prick up as you notice the glassy look in Dr. Bradley's eyes. It was the trademark sign that your old pal, Jimmy, was back from the dead to haunt you. Obviously, your professor was his next host...

"...holy crap! Look at this idiot! I know he's real booksmart or whatever, but he can't be that clever with a jocked up body like this! I'm gonna strip him down and see what he's hiding under this fancy shirt. I know you wanna see your teacher naked, right?"

You stare at the uncharacteristically goofy grin on your professor's face as he oggles his own body. Back when he was alive, Jimmy was the most immature and gayest guy you'd ever met. It feels so wrong to see him wearing the school's most renowned researcher like a costume! Dr. Bradley would be more mortified by behaving this way than by seeing actual paranormal activity.

"Come on man," your old friend speaks with the doctor's sonorous tone, "If I'm a ghost, I at least wanna enjoy the perks. And when else are you gonna get the chance to screw with this straight tight-ass?"

You stare at his body as he lounges back on a desk. It creaks under the weight of the man's hefty muscles. God, his bare chest is practically begging for your attention!

"Come on, bro. Screw me in your professor's body," Dr. Bradley -no, Jimmy- flashes a wicked smile.

Before you can decline, Jimmy assertively throws up one of the man's strong hands, "Maybe I can make this easier on you, dude. I'll raise your grade if you spank me a few times to get started. Hell, if you leave his ass red, I'll even send an email to the dean about how you deserve another scholarship!"

It's time to put an end to this, you think. Jimmy's talking about playing around with this man's career, and you really don't want to get him or yourself in any trouble.

"Alright, then a new tactic," Jimmy sneers, employing the lower, more commanding register of Dr. Bradley's voice, "Fuck him up the ass, or I'll change your grade to an F. We can do it right here, on his desk..."

You stare at your professor's glazed over eyes and his drooling grin. Jimmy wouldn't actually blackmail you, right? This has to be just another one of his careless antics.

"Get up here," Dr. Bradley grins at you, "I want my favorite student to do whatever he wants with my hot-teacher body!"

You shake your head one final time, but you can already feel your defenses breaking down. Exploring your possessed professor is starting to sound more and more like a good idea.

"You know I've been practicing my ghost skills, man?," he continues, "I can jump into these idiots and stay for up to seven days before I need to jump out and stretch my legs again. That means I can be Professor Big-Butt all week!"

"Maybe I'll kick out his wife and kids so you can come over and play house with me. Imagine your professor waking you up ever morning with his mouth on your pole. Imagine him under the dining table slobbering over your feet while you enjoy the dinner he prepared. Dude, imagine hitting a gay bar with this professional stud as your obedient muscle-slut and pimping him out to every guy who walks in. Bro, I'm so down to do whatever you want to see him do!"

You stare at Dr. Bradley in awe, precum soaking into your shorts. Once again, Jimmy's imagination has you drooling with desire. You can't help but squeak out an affirmative response.

"Hell yeah, man!" the professor's voice is unrecognizable with Jimmy's ecstatic glee.

"Now hop up here and destroy this guy's ass! Don't forget; I know about your kink for degrading guys so I want you to really humiliate me!"

In a daze, you unbuckle your belt and climb up behind your professor. A part of you knows this is wrong, but that part of you is buried somewhere deep beneath your primal lust. If Jimmy wants you to degrade and humiliate him, who were you to say no? Besides, you couldn't let Dr. Bradley -Jimmy- give you an F!

"I knew you were my favorite student for a reason," your ghostly friend says, imitating the doctor's direct and authoritative demeanor, "You're more of a man than I could ever be. I knew it from the first time I saw you in class. We locked eyes, and I just knew; all of my achievements, all of my time spent in the gym, everything I had once been proud of; all meant nothing compared to you."

Hearing the professor's heartfelt manifesto was more than enough to get you into the mood. They might not actually be his words, but they were coming from his mouth, and it was more than enough to get you on Jimmy's side. Ideas for using and abusing your tenured professor were already racing across your mind, and thanks to Jimmy, Dr. Bradley is a willing subject.

This next week is going to be a good one...

#gay possession #humiliation kink #gay ai art #gay mind control #servant

[shirakow]

I was wondering if you could write some Vincent x reader smut from dead plate? There’s barely any on this site and I need my fix😭

˗ˏˋ꒰ synopsis ꒱ ; Vincent's always so mean to you, especially at work. (18+)

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍇 pair ⋅ ˚✮ ; Vincent Charbonneau x GN!Reader .

. . . words ; 1.3k+

EXTRA ! here you go boo, sorry if it's not up to your expectations ^3^ I wrote this in one sitting at 3 am so this is not proof read <3

"I'm mean to you?" Vincent frequently asked you on multiple occasions, only because you brought it up once and now he wouldn't let it go.

He'd unexpectedly corner you near the dumpster whenever you take the trash out—it wasn't the most romantic meet-up spot, even he knows—but it's the only place where he could be alone with you.

That or his office. But it's not like he can call you there every hour of the day, or else the chefs and Rody might get suspicious, right? So he only does it every few days.

This day is one of the few.

"Have you been watching Rody like I told you to?" He'd ask you in that same deep and brooding voice of his—charming, with a hint of danger that always lingered in his tone whenever he talked.

You just looked up at him with tear stained cheeks as he stared back down at you, "Oh right," the corner of Vincent's lip quirked upward upon remembrance. "I forgot your mouths too full." He pushed your head back down on his cock, forcing you to deepthroat him as a gutteral moan came out from his mouth.

"There we go... At least you're good for something..." Vincent whispered breathlessly, momentarily forgetting that he needs to be quiet, or else someone'll hear him and catch the two of you in such an embarrassing predicament.

However, he could just play it off: say he stubbed his toe while he makes eye contact with Rody while you keep sucking him off from under his desk. He'll make sure to start small talk with Rody too just to embarrass you further.

You gagged and drooled all over his dick, the ache in your throat growing more immense the more he continued to fuck it like his personal fleshlight. But despite the pain—you slobbered all over his cock like a fucking prostitute.

Vincent let his head fall back as his teeth bit down on his bottom lip with a silent curse following after it. His slender fingers loosened it's hold on your hair, giving you a moment of respite to breathe and slow your pace down.

Noticing the way you hesitated to continue, Vincent ran his hand down to caress your throat; gently massaging and rubbing the skin with his cold fingers.

"Was I being too hard on you?" His voice purred almost teasingly. You slowly nodded with tears rolling down your cheeks, silently enjoying the way he gave attention to your aching throat. You took his wet cock out your mouth, and gave the bright red tip a kiss, before running your tongue down the side—tracing the veins while maintaining eye contact with Vincent.

You saw the glint that appeared in his raven eyes, "What?" Vincent let out a breath which you assumed was a laugh, "Is this your way of begging?" He gave a small grin. Vincent moved his hand away from your throat, which earned a whine from you.

"Don't worry," he hummed and parted your lips, using his thumb to toy with your tongue as he pumped his cock, "I'll massage it from the inside..." Vincent whispered and slapped the tip on your tongue, "Now be a good little cocksucker and keep my dick in your mouth."

Vincent's always so mean to you, regardless if you were in and out of work. But he's especially so when you're at work.

Sometimes, he'd finger your hole before opening hours, stretching it to his hearts content while whispering all kinds of things into your ear.

"Imagine how they'll react when they see my server bent over my desk..."

"Having you walk around with a toy in your ass while you work...~"

"And the fact you're just letting your boss have his way with you too? Aren't you just a naughty thing."

And then when you're about to cum, Vincent would pull his fingers out and make you lick them clean. You'd beg and beg for him to make you cum, but Vincent only shoves his fingers down your throat to shut you up.

He'd have a grin on his face while he does it too, because he knows how much you hate it when he leaves you aching for more.

Right before you leave his office, he would put a pink vibrator in your hole and let you prance around the whole restaurant with him knowing you have something in you to remember him by.

He'd occasionally turn the level up by one, but most of the time, he'd turn it up to max just to see you squirm from the pleasure. Vincent would watch you from the hole in his office as his hand fisted his cock at the sight of you flushed with embarrassment.

Vincent felt so dirty whenever he does that, but he can't deny that acting the slightest bit perverted didn't turn him on.

He doesn't make any exceptions, however. So if you mess up at all during work hours: he will not let it slip. Even if it's because you have a toy in you, Vincent will not hesitate to punish you after closing hours.

If you let even the slightest moan out your mouth—best believe you're gonna get ravaged.

"I told you... Not to make a fucking noise." Vincent panted into your ear, tightening the belt around your neck as he takes you from behind. Your perky ass bent over his desk while he drills his cock into your hole.

Vincent reached for vibrators remote, and turnt it up to the max level; feeling it vibrate against your gummy walls along with his dick that rubbed your prostate. "Feel that? Feel my cock kissing the deepest parts of you?" He groaned against your shoulder.

You squealed into the gag, the overstimulation being too much for your poor sensitive body. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head from the sweet pleasure he gave you. If it weren't for the ball in your mouth, you'd be screaming Vincent's name over and over again like a prayer.

Your face was flushed with sweat dripping from your forehead, and down to the discarded news paper articles of missing people on his desk.

He gave the leather belt another tug, and you made a choking sound. Vincent grunted at the noise you made, finding pleasure in knowing he controls your breathing.

He could cut it off if he wanted to, but he's not that mean.

"Is it too much? Am I making you go lightheaded?" He teased while giving a particularly sharp thrust.

Your toes curled as you cried. You shook your head and held onto the desk tightly. You felt your vision going dark, like you were about to pass out. Luckily, Vincent slowed to a stop and turn the vibrator down a level to give you a break.

At first you saw it as a blessing, but it quickly became a curse when you felt your release slipping away from you. More tears rolled down your rosy cheeks as you sobbed, babbling incoherent nonsense both from the pleasure and because of the ball gag.

Vincent grinned and used his hand to turn your head towards him, "You sound so pathetic..." He pushed your head down flat onto his desk, pulling all the way out and thrusted back in.

The tip of his cock kissing your prostate as he moaned. "Don't worry... I'll give it to you soon enough."

He's such a meanie.

© shirakow ! Reblogs are greatly appreciated .

I'm starting to get into soul eater so expect something from that !! Also keep those requests coming <3 I love writing for you guys (even though I rarely post anymore)

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#dead plate #dead plate x gender neutral reader #dead plate x reader #dead plate x male reader #dead plate x female reader #vincent x reader #vincent charbonneau x reader #vincent charbonneau #dead plate vincent #dead plate x you #vincent charbonneau x male reader #vincent charbonneau x fem reader #vincent charbonneau x gender neutral reader #vincent x you #deadplate #. . . 𝘀𝗵𝗶.𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀 ?

[lollipopliccer]

ꫂ ၴႅၴ cock warming , big cocky hahaa , praise , pet names ꫂ ၴႅၴ

lollipopliccer drabble babbles ❦ hehehe first drabblleeeee, im gonna call em my drabble babbles , cuz in these they’re just gonna be straight waffle. this post was meant to b short but i still ended up making it too fucking long UGH + barely anytime went into this soo yea.

in need of some proper pampering ૮꒰˶•⤙•˶ ꒱ა

kento taking care of his baby after you feel so fucking exhausted and irritable from doing uni assignments allll day (yes fucking plssss!)

kento who just says “come here, my love” as you grumble and stomp, but once you hear nanami’s soft, deep voice it immediately gets to you, having you already feeling pouty. u walk up from ur desk to the couch to where kento’s sat. walking up to him you feign indifference from the way his voice affects you, even though his voice has your mind going placesss

although you still feel a little stubborn, instead of taking your rightful place on his lap, you rather defiantly snark a

“what.”

nanami already knows how his baby gets so he ignores your little attitude for now. he takes your hand kissing it before guiding you onto him so you can straddle him. he pulls you close to him while he spreads his legs so you can sit on him comfy, just how you like.

“mmm there you go baby” kento soothes, you snuggle into him sum more. feeling too frustrated by the day u don’t wanna talk u don’t wanna think, u just want kento to hold u.

kento runs his fingers through your braids, lightly tracing along the nape of your neck, making you feel tingly all over. he then rubs your back with his other hand under your oversized hoodie, and you almost purr from the sensations

feeling so tender, u want him in you

“ken can i please…” you whisper, wanting him inside you. it would make you feel so placid, so nice and gooey

nanami knowing what you needed from the way you’ve been rocking on him from time to time, your purrs and little gasps weren’t helping him stay focused on calming you

“mmm, i’m not sure honey, that’ll take some prep” kento unsure of what you could take right now, didn’t want to hurt you

“m’good kennie, i just wanna sit on it” you tell kento raising ur head a bit so he can see u better

“mmmm” kento hums as he puts his forefinger under your chin guiding you up to him. before your lips touch he ghosts his thumb over your bottom lip. he practically salivates at how soft and plush they are. you bring your hands around his neck and pull him to you

oooo n the way he kisses is just so good, his lips so soft, you can taste your cocoa butter lip balm on his lips, the way he holds you in place. he would let you grind your hips on him for a little bit before you got whiny and he’d pulled out his hardening cock.

his cock in his hand, growing n throbbing, thankfully he was still a little soft so itd be easier for you to work in. kento’s cock was always struggle to take. no matter how many times you’ve slobbered and cum all over it. no matter where you were taking it, nanami took his time to work you up, thoroughly.

whether it was on his tongue or his fingers, or both, he’d make you cum for him over and over before he’d let you touch him. no matter how much he whined, he was a patient man, a man with discipline. it made you go fucking crazy.

“we’ll go slow and then you can sit on it, that okay baby?” kento conditions.

“k” you smirk, feeling elated that he’s gonna let you have your way.

he gently kisses your forehead before whispering down to you

“spit on it”

nanami still worried that you weren’t prepped enough, he didn’t want to hurt his princess. he wanted to make sure you were just so relaxed. so he makes sure to have you gather your spit and watch as you.

as your spit slides down his cock, you watch it twitch, and kento’s breath hitches. he uses your spit to help lubricate himself so it’ll be easier for you to take.

you hold onto his shoulders and let him guide his dick into your wet pussy. the stretch from just the tip has you suck in your breath,

“aaangh” you whine

nanami immediately soothes you pulling you into him so your head rests on his shoulder into his neck

“sshhh baby, i know, i know, i’ve got you, just gonna be a little more promise”

“mmm m’kay” you moan from feeling kento flex his hips into you more, making you take inch by inch. the stretch is unbelievable.

he’s so fucking thick and heavy, the way his dick throbs in you is just what you needed. the way he slowly glides his into you, so you can feel the veins of his cock melting you on him until you feel him bottom out in you.

your hips on his, the way he grips them, you can see the veins on his hands. his hands clutching the curves of your hips, helping you sit pretty on his dick, his gorgeous princess.

“good girl” he praises, so proud of you for being able to take him

you give a mix of a hum giggle as a response, too tired to talk. but loving the feel of him, loving all he was doing for you, you felt completely full, prettily stuffed and satisfied

#𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆 ꫂ ၴႅၴ #𝓵𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓲 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 ❦ #jujitsu kaisen #nanami kento #daddy nanami #nanami smut #drabble #nanami x y/n #kento nanami #kento smut #kento x reader #jjk smut #praise k!nk

[fredwkong]

I love the astra stories, it’s so good and there’s a really nice variety of results. Chief’s kiss to the curse or magic at play.

Me and my best friends are travelling on the area soon and we were looking for places to stay and I booked us the weekend at the astra.

Maybe it’s not the right thing to do, I know they both have their own live and they’re happy straight people, but I’m just so curious to know what it’d be like to have gay friends to mess around with. I. Sure they’ll thank me later…right?

You check in while your friends park the car. For some reason, all the front desk staff are dressed like slutty kinksters. You're pretty sure that the burly leatherman who hands you your room keys is facefucking someone under the desk as he checks you in.

It's the last Friday of Virgo Season, and it seems like the Astra Hotel is totally full of kinky gay men. Your friends giggle like preteens and avert their eyes from the orgy taking place near the elevators. You head up to your room to drop off your bags.

Not only does the suite contain only one Alaskan King bed, but the sheets are beautiful cowhide leather. Your friends crack up, howling on the floor. You slip into the bathroom to see if there's anything else weird in there.

Everything looks normal, but you take a look in the mirror and feel suddenly woozy. The world seems to flip inside out and backwards as your reflection warps, changes, deforms. Suddenly you find yourself looking into the eyes of a slutty himbo in pink roller gear.

Your mouth hangs open, drooling as you feel your pretty himbo cock swell up in your tiny pink shorts. You notice that the laughter out in the bedroom has stopped.

When you step back into the bedroom, two absolute beasts in leather harnesses and briefs are lounging on the bed. Part of your brain screams at you that these used to be your straight friends, but a greater part is laser-focussed on the thick bulges in those leather pouches.

"Should we let the slut play?" one of your friends asks the other. His deep, masculine voice sends shudders through your hungry asshole.

"Yeah, it's not gay when he's in pink," says your other friend.

Your friends are still "straight," except when it comes to your slutty himbo holes. All they'll ever do with you from now on is use you as their dumb fuckhole.

Not what you were dreaming of when you booked your stay? Well, if you can wrench yourself away from slobbering all over their big, leaky straight boy cocks and find Shane, maybe he can help you fix what the magic's done. You better find the willpower fast, though. Virgo season ends around 3 AM, along with the magic infesting the Astra Hotel.

Click here to see all of Virgo Season.

#male transformation #mental change #answered ask #muscle tf #reality change #male tf #dumber tf #virgo season #leather tf #himbofication #all fwkong

[breedingboy-jay]

I think somebody should be on their knees under my desk while I'm on my laptop doing schoolwork or just fuckin around on the internet, mouthing and licking and slobbering all over my pussy and hard little tdick, their mind hazy and unfocused on nothing but me and how I taste, how I feel in their mouth as they drool and whine pathetically for more, since they arent allowed to touch me or fuck me with their tongue -- just cockwarm me, be nothing but a warm weight mouthing at my cunt and latched around my dick. Will they be there for 15 minutes? 30 minutes? An hour? Longer? Who knows, depends on how i feel in the moment.

Oh, and they aren't allowed to rub their thighs together or touch themselves either.

#ftm nsft #transmasc nsft #t4t nsft #trans nsft #mlm nsft #nb nsft #ftm top #trans dom #ftm dom #mlnb nsft #mlw nsft #trans t4t #trans sub #ftm sub #queer nsft

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Hiii honeypie 🥰 i have a fun little idea hahah i was wondering if we could get a pt2 on the sex ed with Hannibal blurb 🫡 This time after having been given a lesson on masturbation, the reader wants to learn how to take care of Hannibal and despite his gentlemanly tendencies, how can he deny such a sweet young lady? So he teaches her how to give a handj*b ��

-🌧

TRULY you always have the most wonderful ideas UGHHHH your mind!!!

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His cock was already half-hard when you took it in your hand. His skin was soft and warm, the tip of his cock slightly pinker than the rest of it.

Your mouth watered, but you wanted to keep touching him first. Tentatively, you tried stroking it, the foreskin pulling back from the sensitive head.

“Loosen your wrist as you stroke, but you can tighten your grip on it a little more,” Hannibal instructed, reaching down to position your hand correctly.

He was leaning back against his desk, his slacks around his knees, shirt haphazardly unbuttoned. You rarely saw him so disheveled, but you had to admit you loved the sight of it. Especially knowing it was your doing.

“Can I kiss it?” You asked, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

He smirked, running his thumb over your bottom lip and slightly pulling it down. “Yes, of course, my love. Get it nice and wet so your hand can slide easily.”

You peppered a few kisses around the head, sticking your tongue out to retrace that path all over again. Slowly, you began moving your hand again, losing yourself to the taste of him. Soon enough, you’d slobbered all over it, trying to guide yourself by the sounds he made.

You heard him swear under his breath, his grip tight on the desk behind him. “Just like that…. Oh, good girl. You’re learning quickly.”

You pulled back to look at him, wanting to see his expression crumple in ecstasy.

“Should I do it faster?” You asked, noticing the slightest buck of his hips against your hand.

He nodded. “Y-yes, and try a little flick of your wrist as you… fuck…. Like that, yes. Can you kiss it more for me?”

You did so immediately, desperate to give him anything he wanted.

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#🌧️ anon #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter smut #hannibal fanfiction #minors dni

[neighborhoodcrybaby]

hola!

I’ll take anything auron plz. I miss my mans. that is all.

take care!!!!

Ask and you shall receive!!

Auron and Rook Headcannons!!

• Auron doesn't pack a lunch for work, or if he brings something its something small like a granola bar, or just a bottle of water. Rook found out and started packing a lunch for him every morning. Rook also made sure it was his favorite types of food, Auron eats that shit up, and almost cried when he found a lunch box on his desk for the first time.

• Rook probably begged Auron to get an animal for so long until he caved in. Auron thinks animals especially big dogs are dirty and gross. Getting mud in from going outside, going to the bathroom all over the place, slobber, etc. It grosses him out, but the idea of a small cat was a little better. Rook mainly takes care of it, cleans the litterbox, feeds it, all of that. Auron does love the cat though, it tends to lay on his lap as he writes.

•He leaves bouquets of flowers on Rooks desk every now and then, with little sticky notes on them saying what the fllowers mean. Sometimes little poems and other thank yous for packing his lunch.

• Auron isn't super big on physical touch, he doesn't mind it, but he isn't really that great with it. He'll do little things like cuddle, put his hand on your thigh when driving, but he wont really hug.

Tell me if you want some more Auron :D

#yuurivoice auron #yuurivoice #x listener #asmr

[torscrawls]

Fishing for the Truth

It's time to post for @ecto-implosion! I got the privilege to write a fic for the wonderful and talented kad! Check out their wonderful artwork!

Summary:

Two half ghosts, one ghost dog, and one ghost hunter go fishing together. What could possibly go wrong? Now if only Vlad hadn’t gotten it in his head to suddenly tell Jack the truth about being a halfa, and if the fish in the lake hadn’t turned out to be murderous ghosts, the trip might have been quite nice. But of course Danny couldn’t be that lucky.

Word count: 10,575

You can read it on ao3 here!

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Danny almost went ghost by instinct when his bedroom door suddenly slammed open with enough force to bounce off the wall, nearly hitting the person bursting into his room in the face.

“Son!” Jack screamed as Danny hastily hid the ectogun he had been tinkering with under the new dog clothes Jazz had made for Cujo before turning around in his desk chair.

“Dad,” Danny answered warily and thanked his unlucky star that Jack was so unobservant.

“What do you say about a fishing trip with your old man?”

Danny blinked in surprise. That wasn’t what he had been expecting, but for once he was having a slow Saturday and it had been ages since he had actually spent some time with his dad one-on-one. “That… That actually sounds fun.”

“Great!” Jack said in a tone of voice somewhere between enthusiastic and foghorn. And then he just stood there.

“You mean… now?” Danny hazarded a guess.

“No time like the present!”

“Yeah, sure. Just give me a minute, alright?”

“Okay! I’ll go pack,” Jack said before turning on his heel and exciting the room as suddenly as he had arrived. Danny let out a long breath, got up, and closed the door after his dad. As soon as the door had clicked shut he became aware of a low scratching sound.

Danny frowned and opened the door again. The hallway was empty.

He slowly closed it again, and… There! There it was again!

“Hello?” he hesitantly called out. He really hoped it wasn’t a ghost looking to mess with him.

There was no answer, except an increasing intensity of the scratching.

Danny slowly turned in place until his eyes landed on his closed closet doors. There. The sound was no doubt coming from inside his closet. Great. Not creepy at all. Danny slowly inched closer, raising a hand and preparing an ectoblast. He really didn’t want to get into a fight right now, he just wanted to have a nice and calm—and above all else; ordinary—Saturday.

The door handle was cold in his hand when he carefully gripped it and then slowly eased it open and—

And was met by a face full of slobbering green ghost-dog.

“Cujo! I almost shot you!” Danny complained with a laugh as he hugged the—currently— small dog tightly.

The dog in his arms simply barked and wiggled with happiness, his tongue leaving long, dripping green streaks on Danny’s cheeks.

“Yeah, yeah, you know I can’t stay mad at you.”

Cujo squirmed out of his arms and jumped to the ground, immediately going for one of his toys, nabbing it from the ground and impatiently showing it to Danny.

“I’m sorry boy. I don’t have time to play right now. I’m gonna go on a trip with my dad.”

Cujo tilted his head cutely in obvious confusion.

Danny couldn’t keep himself from patting it. “Sorry. Not today.”

Cujo whined but then went to the door, looking over his shoulder at Danny, as if waiting for him to follow.

“You can’t come with me. Even dad would notice that you’re a ghost.”

The mere thought of Jack finding out about Cujo made his stomach clench. His parents had gotten better when it came to their prejudices against ghosts, but they still had some way to go.

Cujo wasn’t aware of any of Danny’s internal struggles and simply stepped impatiently in place and whined again, eyes locked on the closed door.

Danny cast about for something to distract the little guy before he got too impatient and decided to simply go through the door. It was a testament to how far he had come that he hadn’t already. Danny almost laughed. What did it say that he trusted his dead dog to behave better than he did his own parents?

His eyes landed on the new clothes that Jazz had made for Cujo. She had insisted that it was a practice run before making clothes for a friend’s dog, but Danny was fairly certain she had just wanted to dress the little guy in some cute clothes. He couldn’t blame her.

“Hey, boy! Let’s see if these fit.”

What followed was a very undignified attempt to get the clothes on him, which Cujo seemed to interpret as a wrestling match; refusing to sit still and turning intangible at every opportunity.

“Come on! Do you want to come with me or not?”

That managed to get him to calm down. Sometimes Danny was certain the dog understood everything he said and simply chose not to listen a majority of the time. The little bastard was lucky he was so cute.

When he finally managed to get them on they fit perfectly. Of course. He hadn’t expected anything less from Jazz.

He held the little dog up in front of him, looking at the cute little sweater and goggles that covered his red eyes.

“Wow, Cujo! You almost look like a real boy!”

Cujo gave a small yip, looking very pleased with himself.

“Danny!” Came a booming call from downstairs, “Let’s go! Are you ready?!”

Danny tilted his head as he considered the dog hanging happily from his hands. “Maybe dad won’t notice that you’re a ghost underneath the clothes?”

Cujo barked, wagging his wispy ghost tail. Well, there was nothing he could do about that detail, but hopefully his dad was as unobservant as always. He also knew, intimately, that if he left the dog home alone he would come home to carnage and chaos. And nobody wanted that, least of all Danny himself.

So he adjusted Cujo into a more secure hold and opened the door. “Coming dad!”

Danny took the stairs two at a time as he muttered to Cujo hanging happily in his arms. “You stay small, alright? I’ll get you a treat when we get back.”

When he entered the hallway, Jack was standing by the door with two big bags and with a bright orange button down thrown over his usual jumpsuit. It was the same garish orange as the fabric beneath it and Danny hoped he didn’t think that made him look casual. Danny was unsure what kind of style he was going for, and he definitely wasn’t about to ask. If there was one thing he had learnt over the years, it was to not get involved in the fashion disaster that was his parents’ wardrobes.

His dad’s eyes lit up when he saw Cujo in Danny’s arms. “Who’s this? I don’t remember us having a dog?”

“I’m gho—” Danny cut himself off, “dog-sitting for… a friend. His name is Cujo.”

“Oh? What a little cutie!” Jack beamed before pausing and frowning. “Why is he so green?”

Danny cast around for a somewhat believable explanation while cursing himself for somehow forgetting that despite the clothes, Cujo was still very much a shining green dog. “Uuuuh, he… was attacked by a ghost? He got covered in ectoplasm and it got stuck in his fur?”

Jack made a cooing sound and leaned over to pet Cujo on the head. “Aww, poor little guy!”

“Yeah. It’s very sad. Tragic.” He cleared his throat. “So, can I bring him with us?”

Jack didn’t even hesitate before saying, “Of course he can come! The more the merrier!”

“Great!” Danny smiled in relief. “Then let’s go!”

And in line with Fenton tradition, they didn’t waste any time before getting in the car and driving off. Cujo sat in the backseat and stuck his head out the window, his ears flapping adorably in the wind and his tongue lolling.

Everything had been going so well, so it wasn’t until they had taken several turns off the main road that Danny straightened up and actually paid attention to where they were going. Or, more accurately, to where they weren’t going.

“…Dad? This isn’t the way to the lake?”

There was nothing out this way, nothing but—

No, it couldn’t be.

Jack turned to face him with a broad and oblivious smile. “Well, we need to pick him up!”

“Pick who up?” Danny asked with growing trepidation, even if he had a sinking feeling that he already knew the answer.

Jack didn’t have time to answer before they came to a screeching halt in front of an elaborately fancy gate.

Just outside there was a man. A very familiar man.

“Why are we picking up Vlad?!”

Jack looked back at him with a confused expression. “What do you mean? This was his idea! Didn’t I tell you?”

“You must have skipped that part,” Danny bit out through gritted teeth. And here Danny had thought that his dad had wanted to spend some quality time with him. Just the two of them without any ghosts or drama, and especially without any meddling billionaires. Of course not.

“Well! No harm! That just makes this a fun surprise! You love your uncle Vlad!”

“Yeah. Amazing. Love that guy.”

Danny watched as Vlad brushed himself off after having jumped back to save his feet from Jack’s patented Fenton parking style, and then he smiled towards the driver’s seat. The expression froze as soon as his eyes landed on Danny and he did a double take, blinked, and then frowned.

Danny took a small measure of satisfaction from the dread he could see growing on the man’s face. It would feel even better if it wasn’t mirrored on his own.

At least that meant he hadn’t planned to torture Danny specifically. Though, it might mean that he had planned to get his dad alone, which wasn’t exactly reassuring.

Maybe it was lucky that his dad had been clueless enough to invite him since it meant that Danny could keep an eye on Vlad and make sure he didn’t try to kill his dad. Again.

Even if that meant he had to go fishing with Vlad of all people. It would be fine, he had survived worse things. At least, that was what Danny tried to tell himself as he sighed and mourned the loss of his calm Saturday, before getting out of the car together with his dad with the same enthusiasm as someone going to the gallows.

Vlad was dressed in his usual immaculate suit and polished shoes. Absolutely deranged for someone that was going fishing.

Danny made sure his feelings about the man in front of him were clear on his face before he nodded in greeting. “Fruitloop.”

“Daniel,” Vlad replied with an infuriatingly disdainful look on his face.

Jack looked between Danny and Jack and then nodded with an overly serious expression on his face. “Jack.”

Danny burst out laughing at the same time as Jack did, only spurred on by Vlad’s groan of dismay. He already looked as if he regretted the whole trip. Danny grinned. Good.

Vlad cleared his throat and asked, eyes narrowed and glaring in Danny’s direction, “So, what is young Daniel doing here?”

“He wanted to join us on the fishing trip!”

Vlad raised both eyebrows in a smooth and practiced motion. “Did he now?”

Daniel raised his own eyebrows in an exaggerated mimicry of Vlad’s expression. “He did now. If it makes you happier, I didn’t know you were about to curse us with your presence either.”

Jack laughed and thumped Vlad on the back hard enough to make him stumble. “It’s great seeing you two get along so well! It’s been ages since we last hung out, just the two of us! It’s like the good old days!”

Vlad coughed before righting himself and straightening out his immaculate suit as if it had gotten wrinkled by simply being touched by Jack. “Yes. And we’re not just the two of us right now either, are we?

“Of course not! Danny-boy is always welcome!” Jack added with a beaming smile, oblivious to the obvious hint and the bite in Vlad’s tone.

“That’s great,” Vlad muttered and he almost looked… Disappointed?

Danny crossed his arms as he thought. This whole thing was a bit too straight-forward in comparison to Vlad’s usual tactics. If Jack went missing under mysterious circumstances while one a fishing trip with him, then surely that would place him under some kind of scrutiny and they would be able to trace it back to him?

It was all way too simple.

Vlad hadn’t been as bad as of late, but that didn’t mean that Danny trusted him. And the increased silence almost made him even more worried. He had to have another, less obvious, plan and Danny would figure it out.

Jack smiled widely, ignorant of the tense atmosphere. “Just imagine, the three of us, all alone on a boat with no one else in sight. Just the silence of nature with no one to disturb us.”

“I can’t wait,” Vlad bit out through clenched teeth.

Danny agreed. “Oh joy.”

“Let’s just get in the car,” Vlad said and made for the front seat. Danny smoothly stepped in his way to block him.

Danny made sure to pitch his voice low enough so that Jack wouldn’t hear him when he said, “If you think I’ll leave you in the front seat with my dad, you must be more delusional than I thought. You get to sit in the back with Cujo.”

Vlad looked affronted. “I won’t sit in the back with the dog!”

Danny turned to Jack and put on his most innocent face. “Daaad, I want to sit in the front with you! It’s been so long since we’ve been on a trip together!”

“Aw, Danny-boy, of course you can sit next to your old man! I’m sure Vladdie won’t mind sitting in the back since it’s such a short trip!”

Vlad sent Danny a nasty glare but somehow still managed to dredge up a tight smile, even if it came off more like a grimace than anything else. “Of course. No problem.”

Danny opened the back door and made a show of gesturing Vlad inside, who hesitated at the sight of Cujo with his hackles raised. Danny was so proud.

Danny smiled and made sure his fangs showed. “Be careful though, he’s known to bite.”

“Great.”

--

Danny turned up the music until it was impossible to hear Vlad from the backseat and thankfully he stopped trying to make conversation after the first ten minutes.

Somehow they managed to arrive at the lake without anyone ripping out anyone’s throats. Danny was honestly surprised.

They came to a stop in a deserted parking lot surrounded by trees. Danny could just about make out the glittering shine of what he assumed was the lake through the trees and, right by it, the outline of a dark cabin. He really hoped that was the boat rental Jack had been talking about during the drive, and not a murder cabin. When they got back Danny would have to have a talk with Sam about cutting back on the horror during their movie nights.

As they got out of the car, Jack brought out one of the stuffed bags he had packed and proudly pulled out three overalls, two green ones in different sizes—clearly intended for Jack and Danny—and one in a dark gray. “I got us matching clothes!”

“Oh, you didn’t have to—” Vlad began but cut himself off when Jack reached back into the bag. “And you even got hats. Of course.”

And he had; bucket hats, all in matching beige. Danny was delighted. They were going to look so ridiculous and Vlad would absolutely hate it.

On the other hand, he was fairly certain that Vlad would refuse to wear it. Which was why, when Vlad accepted the clothes from Jack, Danny was surprised to see that the man almost looked touched. He could almost swear he even saw Vlad smiling down at the hat in his hands before he put it on.

They all changed into the clothes and Jack looked them over with a huge smile. “What do you think, son? We match!”

“They’re great, dad. Thank you,” Danny said and found that he really meant it. His gratefulness sat like a warm weight in his chest as he fiddled with one of the buckles.

And then the sight of Vlad in an oversized overall with his fancy dress-shirt with rolled up sleeves and polished shoes made Danny snort. Vlad’s subsequent glare, combined with the fact that he didn’t take any of it off, made him laugh out loud.

Vlad sniffed. “If you are laughing at me because of my clothes, I just want to inform you that you look the same.”

Danny did a little twirl in his green overalls and bucket hat, “We can’t all wear it as well as I do.”

Jack sat down on his haunches and petted Cujo on the head with an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face. “I’m sorry, little guy. I would have brought a hat for you too if I had known you would come with us.”

Cujo yipped and pushed his head into Jack’s hand.

Danny felt an overwhelming wave of love for his dad. Then the moment was broken by Vlad’s irritating voice, “He sure is a strange dog, Daniel. What kind did you say he was again?”

“He’s just a normal dog,” Danny said as he crossed his arms.

Vlad raised one eyebrow. “He’s green.”

Jack looked up from the happy puppy. “The poor guy was in an accident.”

“Really now?”

Danny nodded. “Really. A ghost related accident, poor guy.”

It didn’t get him the reaction he had been aiming for and instead of annoyed, Vlad looked between Jack and Cujo with a thoughtful expression.

Jack straightened up and clapped his hands as he announced, “Well, I’ll go get the boat. You three wait here!”

And before either of them could complain or offer to come with him, he jogged away between the trees, leaving Danny and Vlad alone to eye each other warily and Cujo to whine at the loss of the attention.

After a few tense moments, Danny let out a deep sigh. “Alright, out with it. What are you really planning?”

Vlad tutted. “Don't involve yourself in this.” 

“I think I’ve earned involving myself after the first time you tried to kill me and my parents.” 

“Fine! Fine. I want to… I want to get them back, okay?” 

Danny frowned. “You can't get my mom, I've already told you that multiple—” 

“Not like that! Just. As friends. As partners. All three of us.” 

"Oh,” Danny wrinkled his nose. “Gross.” 

“Not like that,” Vlad repeated as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I just want my friends back, okay?”

It seemed to pain him to admit it and Danny blinked in surprise at the admittance. “Are you saying you're lonely?”

Vlad was silent.

Danny held up a hand. “Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Let me get this straight. You turn evil, try to kill your only friends and then you complain because you feel a bit lonely?” 

“I didn't—” Vlad began and Danny opened his mouth to argue, but thankfully Vlad cut himself off as he seemed to realize the futility in arguing when they both knew the truth. Instead he said simply, “Yes.”

Danny dragged a hand down his face. “Ancients. I can't believe this.”

To Danny’s horror, Vlad actually looked hesitant as he said, “I—I had actually planned to…” Vlad trailed off.

Danny had a horrible realization of just where that sentence had been going. “You planned on telling him?”

Vlad looked away.

“You were! You have got to be kidding.”

“No. I am not jesting, Daniel,” Vlad said as he dragged all his formality around him like a protective cloak.

“You think that will go over well?” Danny asked incredulously.

“Well. He doesn’t seem to hold your little mongrel over there accountable for his accident,” Vlad said with a nod to Cujo.

“I can’t believe I have to say this, but you’re not a cute little dog, Vlad.”

“I am well aware.”

Danny sighed. “You’re still going to do it, aren’t you?”

“You can’t stop me,” Vlad said and he had never sounded more like a stubborn toddler. “I'm finally ready to be honest.”

“Good for you. I'm not.”

“I really don’t care,” Vlad sneered and Danny almost felt relieved at the familiar disdain in his voice.

He probably would have if he wasn’t suddenly and acutely aware of how uncomfortable this whole trip was going to be. “Ancients, I can’t believe I’m third-wheeling you and my dad while you come out to him!” Then he paused as a thought hit him. “Why only him, though? I thought it was my mom that you were obsessed with?”

This made Vlad look back at him with a scoff. “Have you met Maddie? She wouldn’t let me finish explaining before absolutely wrecking me.”

He ended the sentence with a dreamy expression and Danny wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Again. Gross. I don’t wanna know about your fantasies.”

But he couldn’t really deny that his dad was the easiest to influence out of his parents.

Danny stared up at the sky to gather strength for three blessed seconds before looking back at Vlad and asking, “So what was your plan here? Just to say ‘I’m Plasmius, sorry for trying to kill you but I’m not evil anymore, I promise. And oh, by the way, ghosts aren’t all bad. Trust me’?.”

“I don’t think I like your tone.”

“And I don’t like your face, but here we are. So come on, spill. What was the plan?”

“I know they’ve been getting… better about ghosts.”

Danny nodded. “Because of the hard work of me and my friends, and—you know—actually talking to them. Hard work that was not helped by you attacking them and the town repeatedly, I might add.”

“I haven’t attacked you and your friends, or anyone for that matter, in months,” Vlad hissed out.

Danny threw his hands up in the air. “Well, then! All is forgiven. You haven’t tried to kill anyone in months! How generous.”

Vlad combed a hand through his hair, looking agitated. “I’m actually trying here.”

“And I don’t believe you.”

“I just want to tell him the truth, alright?!”

And damn it all to the deepest parts of the Zone, but he actually sounded sincere. And just like that, Danny’s Saturday had morphed from nice to sit-com level mix-up and all the way to trip from hell.

Vlad couldn’t just tell his dad the truth. Not before Danny even had a chance to do it himself.

“Tell me what, V-man?”

The two of them froze like rabbits in headlights as Jack came back with a wide grin and a set of keys dangling from one hand.

Vlad opened his mouth and Danny gave Vlad a warning kick to the shin. “Nothing. Just that…” Vlad trailed off.

Danny jumped in with an overly cheerful, “That he has missed hanging out with you!”

“Aww! I missed spending time with you too! That’s why this trip is going to be such a blast! Here, I got you two fishing rods and some bait! The boat is down by the water and I even managed to get the motor to start!”

That was when Danny became aware of a continuous roaring sound in the background. He slowly asked, “…And you left it running?”

After a short sprint down to the water to make sure the boat was still there—thankfully it was, even though the cost for the gas would surely be astronomical—they turned the motor off and loaded all their supplies in.

Danny had finally started to relax, so of course that was when Jack decided to whip out a fishing rod that had a suspicious green shine to it. “Meet the new Fenton Fishing Rod™! It’s guaranteed to fish out any dastardly ghosts hiding in the depths!”

Danny took a small step away from the thing. “What does it do exactly?”

Jack beamed, oblivious to the tense atmosphere he had created and the stress of his companions. “It attracts ghosts and entices them to take the bait.”

“That’s… awesome,” Danny said as he exchanged a look with Vlad and hated the feeling of camaraderie that passed between them at their shared discomfort and exasperation in the face of the gadget.

“Right? I can’t wait to see what kind of ghastly catches we’ll get!”

“Weren’t we supposed to catch dinner?” Danny asked carefully, “I’m not really in the mood for the undead kind. Again.”

“Oh, that’s right! Not to worry though, it’s turned off right now and it also functions like a regular fishing rod, fully capable of catching non-dead fish!”

Danny eyed it warily. “That’s great dad, but maybe try not to lure any ghosts to us tonight, okay? We’re just here for regular fishing, remember?”

He had just wanted to spend some ghost-free time with his dad, not to sit in a boat with him and Vlad and use a fishing rod that attracted every ghost in the vicinity to their location. Thinking about it logically, he really should have known better.

Danny heaved a sigh of defeat. This would end in disaster.

Cujo jumped into the boat with enthusiasm.

Jack looked at Cujo with clear worry on his face. “Are you sure the little guy will be okay on the boat? Should I have gotten him a life jacket?”

“He’ll be fine. He floats. Besides, he can help with the catches, can’t you boy?” Danny held out the net for Cujo. Cujo barked back an affirmative, grabbing the net and sitting down in the back of the boat, tail hitting the side of the boat with a hollow thump thump as he impatiently waited for the rest of them to get in.

“Well then, the little guy has the right idea! Let’s go!” Jack said as he too jumped onboard, and then there wasn’t any more time for regrets as both Danny and Vlad had to throw themselves onto the boat to get on before Jack took off.

Half an hour later Danny found himself contemplating how far he would get if he jumped in the water and swam for shore before his dad would come and fish him out of the water.

The minutes crawled by agonizingly slowly as they sat in silence. Just the three of them and the quiet waters around them, the setting sun, the clear sky, the sound of birdsong, the gentle rustle of leaves in the trees.

It should have been exactly what he needed to wind down, but Danny found himself hating every second of it. He was acutely aware of Vlad sitting such a short distance away, surely about to try and—once again—destroy his whole life. The only saving grace was that Jack had situated himself in the middle, creating a small barrier between the two of them.

As if hearing Danny’s thoughts, Vlad broke the silence with a casual, “Actually, Jack, there was something I wanted to tell you.” 

“What is it Vladdie?”

Danny panicked. He couldn’t just say it!

Vlad took a deep breath, set his shoulders—oh shit, he was actually going to do it—and said, “I'm actually a gh—” 

“Ah!” Danny cut him off, “I think I got something on the hook!”

Jack leaned closer to him, excited about the possible catch. “You do?”

“Oh, no, must have been my imagination. My bad.”

“Of course. A simple mistake to make,” Vlad bit out, but thankfully stayed silent afterwards.

Or at least that’s what Danny had hoped, but not even a minute later, Vlad broke the silence as he turned to Jack, “So… Jack. Have you met Phantom lately?”

Danny narrowed his eyes. “What are you fishing for?”

Vlad smirked. “Dinner, dear Daniel.”

The asshole. Of course he would get Danny back.

Jack paused, uncharacteristically hesitant. “That ghost boy… I think we might have been a bit wrong about him.”

Danny watched with satisfaction as Vlad froze at his dad’s words. “…What?”

A few months ago, Danny would have reacted in the same way, but by now he was aware that his parents had been less prone to shooting first and asking questions later, and that—combined with the fact that they had actually proposed a truce a few months back—had made him realize that they were starting to change the way the saw ghosts. Finally.

It still warmed him to hear his dad say it.

Jack fiddled with the fishing rod in his hands as he spoke, “Well, me and Maddie have been rethinking some things lately and maybe… Maybe we’ve been a bit too zealous and strict with our judgments.”

 “…Strict?” Vlad asked faintly.

“Yes. We judged all the ghosts without even really knowing them. We should be using this opportunity to learn more about them, not just destroy them. Some of the ghosts in town haven’t attacked anyone in all the years they’ve been there and there really isn’t anything indicating that they’re planning to.”

“Right. You seem to have really thought this through,” Vlad said, seeming stunned.

Jack clapped Danny on the shoulder, almost tipping him overboard. “It’s mostly thanks to Danny and his friends. They managed to get us to see that we let our emotions cloud our judgment a tiny bit.”

“Quite a bit,” Danny corrected under his breath, but he was still very proud of how far both his parents had come. Only a few years ago he wouldn’t have thought this to ever be possible, that he could have a calm conversation about ghosts with his dad.

Vlad frowned and seemed to mull it over but before he had the time to work up to saying something in response—and probably try to reveal his secrets again and subsequently tear down all the work Danny had done over the last few years with keeping his own secret—there was a tug on Vlad’s fishing rod.

Jack immediately zeroed in on it. “I think you have something on the hook there, V-man!”

“So it seems.”

“Come on, let’s reel it in!”

Vlad got the fish up and Jack grabbed it from the line, unhooked it and snapped its neck before dumping it in the bucket at their feet. Cujo seemed very happy at the new addition to their boat, and wouldn’t stop trying to stick his nose into the bucket, no matter how many times Danny tried to push him away.

“Thanks for the help,” Vlad said and was that… fondness in Vlad’s voice?

This whole situation was starting to weird Danny out.

Vlad hadn’t tried to kill his dad even once during the whole trip. It was unnerving.

Maybe it was time to poke the hornets’ nest a bit.

Danny turned to smirk at Vlad as he innocently asked, “Since we’re on the subject of ghosts, Vladdie, what do you think about the ghost Plasmius?”

To his credit, Vlad simply blinked in surprise before turning to stare deadpan at Danny. “Are you baiting me?”

Danny was mortified to find himself almost laughing at that comment. He needed to get control of the conversation back, and fast. “I fucking hate you,” Danny muttered before turning to Jack and loudly asking, “Dad, what do you think about the ghost Plasmius?”

Jack hummed in thought, leaning forward to help in trying to keep Cujo out of the bucket.

Vlad leaned back behind Jack and, in a warning tone of voice, hissed out, “Daniel. What are you doing?” 

Danny whispered back, “What are you doing?!”

Jack didn’t seem to hear the whispered argument taking place behind his back as he took his time to answer.

Vlad let out a frustrated huff. “I'm trying to tell him. I'm finally ready to be honest. 

“Good for you. I'm not.” It wouldn’t be a big leap for his parents to take if they found out and accepted Vlad as a ghost.

Vlad opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Jack spoke up in front of them, prompting both of them to sit up straight. “I think that ghost was one of the bad ones even though he seems to have mellowed out a bit, which is fascinating because we didn’t used to believe that ghosts could change!”

“Neither did I,” Vlad said low enough that Danny doubted Jack could hear him. Annoyingly, he raised his voice again as he sucked in a deep breath and said, “Jack. What I’ve been trying to say is that I...”

Cujo chose that moment to turn intangible and simply stick his head though the bucket instead and Danny lunged for him before his dad could see. Which meant that he completely missed trying to interrupted Vlad as he continued,

“I’m a halfa. I’m half dead.”

Danny froze with one hand in the back of Cujo’s shirt and the other trying to pry the fish out of his mouth. Fuck.

Jack patted Vlad on the shoulder. “We’re all a little dead inside, it’s okay.”

“That’s not what I—”

“It doesn’t make me think any less of you.”

Danny burst out laughing and Vlad slumped where he sat, looking utterly defeated. “Lucky me.”

Danny almost felt pity for the man. He managed to get Cujo to let go of the fish, inspected what was left of it and deemed it a lost cause. He held it out for his dad. “Hey, do you want to give him the rest? I don’t think we should eat this.”

Jack lit up and immediately took it upon himself to try and get Cujo to sit and give paw, which Danny knew from experience the dog knew, but often simply refused to do. Danny, meanwhile, turned to Vlad and said, “Don’t waste your breath. He has a remarkable ability not to see what’s right in front of him. Especially if it’s something he doesn’t believe is possible.”

“What do you mean son? I can clearly see this little cutie-pie! Yes, you are. Come on, boy! Sit! No, don’t bark. Sit!”

Danny gave Vlad a meaningful glance. “See?” Then he turned to Jack. “Try ‘play dead’ instead, he’s really good at that one.”

Vlad heaved a deep sigh.

“You are such a good boy! Well, now we have to catch some more fish for dinner. We wouldn’t want you going hungry!” Danny didn’t even feel miffed that his dad seemed more concerned with feeding his dog than him. He understood.

Jack smiled down at Cujo who sat at his feet. “We’re going to have a fin-tastic dinner, just you wait!”

Vlad snorted.

Danny turned to stare at the man, shocked at the genuine sound of happiness, but Vlad wasn’t looking at him. He was making a casual comment to Jack, making him laugh in turn, and suddenly Danny could see them as they must have been in college. With dad and mom laughing and ribbing each other as they tried to one-up each other, and Vlad right alongside them, the voice of reason to his parents’ insanity.

His thoughts were interrupted by something tugging on his line and Danny turned his attention to reeling in the frankly massive bass he had managed to hook. “This one is huge! Help me reel it in!”

Cujo immediately latched onto the rod beneath Danny’s hands and started pulling. He didn’t really help much, but Danny appreciated the gesture.

“Awww, Danno, he seems to really like you! It’s going to be hard to give him back to your friend!”

“Yeah, haha,” Danny laughed awkwardly as he heaved the fish the last of the way into the boat. “When I give him back. Right.”

The massive bass flopped to the bottom of the boat and Danny had to grab for Cujo again to keep him from performing another impromptu dissection then and there.

“Wow! Great job son!” Jack praised as he grabbed the fish and promptly put it out of its misery. “That’s going to go great on the spit later!” He thumped Danny on the back, once again almost pitching him over the edge. “Soon you’re going to be stronger than your old man!”

“Thanks dad,” Danny said, trying to ignore the way his cheeks heated at the praise. Then the moment was ruined as he caught sight of Vlad staring at him with something akin to jealousy in his eyes. So Danny gave him a pointed look and added, “The fish won’t be the only thing getting grilled later.”

Vlad scoffed but didn’t have time to respond before Jack exclaimed, “Aw, you found the marshmallows? I wanted it to be a surprise!”

“What? No, I—” Danny cut himself off. “Wait, we have marshmallows?”

“For dessert!” Jack confirmed, then sheepishly added, “There might not be that many left though since I sneaked a couple while waiting for you in the hallway.”

“I’m sure we’ll be fine, dad.” He couldn’t help but add, with a glance at Vlad, “At least, if someone doesn’t mess things up.”

“Me? I’m obviously just here because of the good company and relaxation,” Vlad said in an obviously sarcastic deadpan. Despite this; Danny had never actually seen Vlad this relaxed before. No murder attempts. No villainous monologues. No deranged plans to ruin Danny’s whole life.

He didn’t know what to make of it.

Jack didn’t seem to have any such problems but the issue was that he had seemingly decided to land on gratitude since he said, “You’ve been so busy lately with all your new obligations. It’s nice that you take the time to be here.”

And Vlad looked genuinely touched. This was all so weird.

“I’m the one that should be grateful. And also ask for forgiveness.” Vlad took a deep breath. “What I'm trying to say is that I—” 

“Want to spend more time with you and mom! That’s so nice of you Vlad.” Danny cut in, a wide smile fixed on his face.

“Aw, Vladdie! I missed you too!”

“Yes. Right.” Vlad drummed his fingers on the handle of his fishing rod. “That’s great, but I really wanted to say was that I’m—”

“Hungry! He's so hungry, dad!” Danny cut him off again. “Better focus on the fishing so we get that dinner!” 

“Good to see you haven’t lost your appetite!” Jack laughed, “Do you remember those eating contests we used to have back in college? And that time you ate twenty—”

Vlad looked nauseous when he cut Jack off, “Yes. Yes, I remember. Danny’s right, let’s focus on fishing instead.”

“You’re right! Just you wait, I’m going to catch a massive fish so we can all eat our fill!”

“You really think you can beat that?” Danny asked with a nod at his earlier catch and a challenging grin.

Jack smiled wide, competition making his eyes sparkle. “I’ll show you what the Fenton Fishing Rod™ can do!”

Vlad sniffed, but wasn’t completely able to hide a small smile of his own. “It can’t beat proper technique.”

“Oh, it’s on!” Jack laughed and flicked a switch on his fishing rod. Danny’s smile faltered, he might have—just slightly—miscalculated with this challenge.

The effects were immediate.

As the fishing rod lit up in neon green, it was accompanied by a horrible screeching sound that seemed to reverberate in Danny’s skull. Danny instinctively tried to cover his ears and saw Vlad flinch violently, almost tipping himself over the side of the boat in the process.

“Turn it off!” Danny half-screamed to be heard over the noise.

Jack, apparently unable to hear the ruckus he was causing, said, “What’s wrong?”

From next to Danny he saw Cujo growl and start to grow in size, tearing his new clothes. The boat dipped at the added weight, tilting precariously as the side Cujo occupied almost took in water.

Danny let go of his left ear and gestured for Cujo to stand down. “Down boy!”

Vlad, thankfully, managed to get his hands on the fishing rod and switched it off.

Both Danny and Vlad slumped down in relief when the sound cut off. Cujo immediately started to shrink back to his regular size and Danny absentmindedly patted his head to calm him. He shook his head to try and get rid of the ringing sound still echoing in his skull. “I think that thing does the opposite of attracting ghosts.”

Jack wasn’t listening. He was staring at Cujo who was currently nuzzling up to Danny’s hand. “He’s a… ghost?”

Danny tensed up, cursing himself for not realizing sooner that of course Jack would have put two and two together after seeing Cujo’s little size-changing stunt. He immediately grabbed the pup off of the floor of the boat and cradled him protectively in his arms, eyeing his dad warily. Danny cursed the fact that the three of them were currently trapped on a small boat in the middle of a lake, with the only way out inevitably revealing his own ghostly status. Of course, he would do it without hesitation if it meant keeping Cujo safe, but he hoped it wouldn’t come to that. “Yes. He is.”

“But…” Jack frowned. “But he’s so cute?”

“Yes. And he’s a ghost. We’ve been over this, right? Not all ghosts are evil.”

Jack seemed to war with himself for a while before he bent forward, towards Cujo and Danny instinctively tensed; ready to snatch the puppy away. But his dad simply reached out a careful hand and waited. Cujo didn’t even hesitate before leaning forward and sniffing the hand. Then he started slobbering and licking all over it. Of course. Danny stared at his dad as he laughed at the currently small ghost and positively cooed, “Aren’t you a cutie.”

Cujo yipped and preened at the attention and Danny found himself smiling as he put the dog down on the floor. He immediately jumped towards Jack and before Danny could blink his dad had an armful of happy, wiggling ghost dog.

“What if he’s just biding his time before attacking you?” Danny asked pointedly, but he couldn’t keep a big smile from his face, “Look at him, he’s an evil mastermind. I think he’s planning to slobber all over your face again as soon as you let your guard down.”

Jack laughed, rubbing Cujo’s tummy, much to the dog’s delight. “Ooooh, so evil. Yes you are. Such an evil little ghost.”

Danny joined in the laughter, relief and delight at the sight in front of him making him feel almost light headed. He couldn’t believe his dad laughed. Actually laughed. About ghosts. Danny wouldn’t have been able to dampen the smile on his face even if he tried.

Vlad looked from Cujo, to Jack, and back. “You’re… okay with him?”

Danny couldn’t fault him for his obvious shock.

Jack tried to put the dog back down but Cujo was having none of it as he whined and just jumped back up into his arms and started licking his face instead. “I don’t really see any reason not to be.” Jack tried to speak between huffs of laughter as he did his best to ignore the dog currently doing his best to occupy his whole face. “As long as he’s such a good boy. Yeah, who’s a good boy? You are!”

Cujo barked in agreement, tail going a mile a minute.

Vlad stared at them with an incredulous expression. “You changed your mind. Because of a dog?”

“I know it’s not very scientific. But Vladdie, what we were doing before wasn’t any better! Just think about all the evidence—”

Vlad held up a hand to stop him. “I assure you, you don’t have to convince me. It’s just— A dog. That’s all it took for you to change your mind? Petting a dog?”

“Well, I’ve never really interacted with a ghost like this before! And who can say no to this little guy?”

He got another face-long lick for his efforts.

“You’re impossible,” Vlad said with a shake of his head, but Danny was fairly certain he didn’t imagine the fondness in his voice.

They were interrupted by Jack’s fishing rod almost getting dragged into the water from where it had laid forgotten and propped against the side of the boat. Jack managed to grab a hold of it at the last second and smiled down at Cujo. “Come on boy, I think we got something on the hook! Let’s reel another one in!”

“Wait,” Danny said as he wrinkled his nose, “Is it just me or does something smell fishy?”

Vlad heaved a sigh, “Daniel. I can assure you that I have no ulterior motives. I’ve already told you what I plan to—”

Danny cut him off and watched with a frown as his dad and Cujo wrestled with the fishing rod. “Not you. Something else. Something… rotten?”

Miraculously, Jack managed to get the fish out of the water without tipping himself or Cujo into the lake, but when they got it up into the boat the fish was half-rotted away with big vacant eyes and way too many teeth in its gaping mouth.

The three of them stared at their catch in silence, even joined by Cujo staring down at their disgusting catch without any of his usual antics.

Danny leaned away from it and asked, “…What kind of fish is that?”

“A dead one?” Vlad said with a tilt of his head and an almost hopeful tone of voice.

As if to prove him wrong it twitched, flopping almost aggressively on the bottom of the boat. The wet slapping noises, together with the stench made Danny wrinkle his nose in disgust. “It’s a... zombie fish?”

That got Jack’s attention and he immediately got to his feet, rocking the boat, and raising his fishing rod high in the air. “It has to be the work of some ghost! I knew the Fenton Fishing Rod™ worked!”

And before either Danny or Vlad could stop him, Jack turned the fishing rod back on.

The whole lake seemed to heave. The water churned as if whipped up by an unseen storm just under the surface and the rocking of the boat got even worse. Danny reached up and grabbed a hold of his dad before he could topple over the edge and used a hint of ghostly strength to force him to sit down. The screeching in his ears was overpowered by a gurgling sound emanating from all around them. The fish on the bottom of their boat kept on flopping, its eyes now a glowing red. “That can’t be good.”

A fish suddenly jumped out of the water, aiming straight for Jack’s head. Vlad caught it in his hand, looked down at the gaping mouth with razor-sharp teeth in clear disgust, and hurled it back into the lake.

Cujo whined and grew rapidly in size and Danny desperately tried to not get toppled over into the lake as the boat rocked.

“Maybe you should turn it off, dad?!” Danny shouted over the aggravating noise coming from the cursed fishing rod.

Jack turned to him with an offended expression. “I won’t get scared by a little fish! Don’t worry, son. I’ll protect you! Besides, maybe this ghost isn’t evil.”

Another fish jumped up, and Danny threw himself to the bottom of the boat to avoid getting a chunk bitten out of his face. “Oh, it’s definitely evil.”

Cujo growled at the fish and swiped at the next one that jumped up, hitting it out of the air.

“Good boy!” Danny called as he took shelter between Cujo’s large legs. The boat was tilting precariously and on the verge of taking in water. It wouldn’t hold out much longer.

And of course that was when something bumped up against the bottom of the boat. Hard.

Vlad gripped the railing on both sides as he stared down between his knees at the hull. “…What was that?” Then he winced and looked up, hands coming up to cover his ears as he said, “Jack, I really think you should—”

Jack wasn’t listening as he cast his line over the edge of the boat and into the water. “Don’t worry! I’ll take care of the ghost!”

“No! Just turn it—” Vlad tried to grab for the fishing rod, missed, lunged for it again, managed to snatch it out of Jack’s hand, overbalanced and then slowly tipped over the edge of the boat. Danny watched the whole thing unfold with the kind of delighted awe you got when knowing that you were watching a once in a lifetime event.

As an added bonus, the noise stopped when the fishing rod disappeared beneath the surface of the lake together with Vlad. Danny felt Cujo relax behind him and absentmindedly petted one of his front legs.

Almost immediately the rain of deadly fish stopped, the lake turning almost eerily still and silent. Except for the loud sputtering as Vlad breached the surface.

“Vladdie!” Jack called, “You okay down there? You should have told me if you wanted the Fenton Fishing Rod™ so badly!”

Vlad sputtered as he started clumsily swimming towards the boat, no doubt weighted down by the overall and his fancy dress shirt. The bucket hat bobbed on the surface next to his waving arms. “I don’t want your cursed fishing rod, you oaf! Help me up!”

Cujo let out a sudden growl and Danny turned to calm him, but instead caught sight of what he must have spotted. A teeming mass of something was moving towards their boat, and it was coming on fast. Was it the fishes? Why hadn’t they calmed down? Maybe the fishing rod was still emitting that horrible screeching sound beneath the surface.

Danny eyed the approaching mass and then Vlad’s clumsy attempt at making his way back to the side of the boat. Too slow. “Hey, dad? Maybe start the motor?”

Jack turned to him with a frown. “Shouldn’t we fish Vlad out first?”

“He’ll be fine. Look!” He gestured to the writhing mass that was now way too close for comfort. “Just go!”

“I can hear you!” Vlad shouted from down in the water where he was trying to grab a hold of the side of the boat.

Danny turned to face Vlad, patience long since run out. “Then get in, old man!”

Jack cranked the engine. It didn’t start. He did it again. Nothing. The sound of the motor stalling made dread pool in Danny’s stomach. This was just not panning out to be the relaxing evening he had envisioned with his dad.

Jack sat back on his heels. “I think we’re out of gas.”

“Of course we are,” Danny said with a groan. “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why we don’t leave the engine running.”

The mass in the water started to breach the surface in a splashing, whirling mess of small bodies. It would soon be upon them.

Danny resigned himself to having to fight ghost fish with his dad and Vlad. Cujo let out a bark from behind him, reminding him that he at least had someone competent on his side. “I hope you brought some weapons.” He definitely didn’t want to have to reveal his ghostly ability to shoot ectoblasts because of some fish.

“Of course I did!” Jack sounded offended. “I don’t go anywhere without them!”

Jack produced two ectoguns from only the Ancients knew where and for once Danny was glad for his parents’ inability to go anywhere without weapons.

Danny grabbed one of the guns and before his dad could comment that Danny didn’t know how to handle it, he had checked the ammunition, loaded it, and taken aim at the closest part of the writhing, teeming, mass of bodies beneath the surface, now only a short distance away. “This has to be a new record; we didn’t even have time to catch dinner before it started fighting back!”

Jack barked out a laugh and thankfully didn’t question his apparent sudden gun proficiency, simply loaded his own weapon and took aim as well.

Danny fired off a couple of shots, but there were just so many and there didn’t seem to be an end to them. Maybe Vlad could get to the fishing rod and turn it off or destroy it?

“Vlad!” Danny called and Vlad paused in his effort to get back in the boat. “Get the fishi—”

And that was when something grabbed Vlad and dragged him beneath the surface. Well, there went that plan.

No matter. Vlad would be able to fend for himself. But then Danny saw Jack and his distressed expression at Vlad’s sudden disappearance and knew that his dad was too nice to just leave his friend to his apparent fate as fish food.

Danny heaved a sigh and said to Cujo, “Stay boy. Guard.”

Then he tossed the gun to his dad and called out, “I’ll get him! Stay with the boat!” before diving into the murky water.

--

Ten minutes later Danny found himself dragging Vlad out of the lake and onto the rocky shore, both of them dripping with a putrid mix of water and ghost fish intestines. Somewhere along the way Danny had picked up a fishing line and then promptly tangled himself up in it during the swim-slash-underwater-fight to get out of reach of the now definitely confirmed murderous fish.

He glanced over his shoulder as they stumbled out of the water and noted that the boat was still out on the lake. After everything that had happened he was almost surprised to see it floating, which most likely meant that Cujo and his dad were safe. Even so; he doubted that they would get their deposit back after all they had put the poor boat through.

Vlad groaned from his position slumped over Danny’s shoulder and Danny scoffed. “Don’t be so dramatic, they only took a couple of small bites out of you.”

Vlad glared at him but the effect was slightly diminished by the limp hair obscuring his eyes and making him look more like a drowned cat than an intimidating half-ghost. “So sorry if my almost death is inconveniencing you.”

“It is, thank you for noticing,” Danny snarked back, almost glad that they were back to ribbing each other after the day’s strangeness.

But then Vlad blinked and his glare changed into something too soft for Danny’s liking before he said, “You didn’t really have to come save me, you know?”

Danny tried to laugh it off, but it came out sounding strangled. “Well, someone had to drag your sorry ass out of that maw. I would never live it down if my nemesis met his end as fish food.”

“Still, I appreciate it. Especially since I know you don’t want to risk your dad seeing you as a ghost.”

“Well, I’m so sorry that just because you suddenly want to scream to the whole world about you being a ghost, I’m not ready to do the same. You should respect my ghostly privacy, thank you very much.”

Vlad let out a sigh and, to Danny’s horror, he said, “You’re right, I’ll try to find a better way of telling him.”

The surprise he felt at Vlad agreeing with anything he said was overshadowed by the sudden arrival of Cujo as he jumped up on Danny and almost tipped the both of them over. At least he was back to being small again. Small mercies. “Hi, boy! Weren’t you with—”

“A ghost? What do you mean by that?”

Danny whipped his head around and found his dad staring at him with wide eyes. “Oh shit. How did you—” Danny’s eyes jumped out to the lake, but the boat was still there. He shouldn’t have assumed that meant that his dad was as well.

Then he realized that he should have denied it.

“Son. You’re a…?”

Danny couldn’t believe that this was how his dad found out about him being a ghost; with a sopping wet Vlad hanging over his shoulders, guts in his hair, a fishing line stringing him up like a tied up ham, and with Cujo nipping at his heels.

Before he could come up with an answer that was even close to coherent, Cujo grabbed hold of a loose end of the fishing line and pulled, and before Danny could do more than utter a short yell of surprise, he found himself with a mouth-full of dirt after falling flat on his face.

He immediately decided that facing the ground was preferable to facing his dad right now and stayed right where he was as grumbled out, “Of course when you finally manage to out someone it’s me. I guess that’s what I get from trying to stop you the whole day.”

“Son—” His dad said at the same time as Vlad protested, “I didn’t mean to—”

Danny waved them both off, not bothering to pick himself up off the ground. He would just stay here, facedown in the dirt, thank you very much. “I know you didn’t mean to. Yes. Okay. We’re doing this, huh? I’m a ghost. Half-ghost. You got me.”

“Half…?” He heard his dad trail off, sounding very confused. At least he didn’t seem angry. He would take any silver lining he could get at this point.

Danny gave a half-hearted thumbs up from his prone position. “I’m not fully dead, don’t worry.”

There was silence for a short while and then his dad said, sounding exasperated, “Can you get up off the ground so we can talk?”

Danny shook his head, only succeeding in further shoving his head into the dirt. “No, I think I’m good right here, thanks.”

Then he felt a small tongue on his cheek and snorted. “That tickles!” And then he realized that Cujo was chewing on something wet and purple that smelled alarmingly of rotten fish. Danny sat up immediately and grabbed for the piece of fish-intestine that Cujo had nabbed off of Danny’s face. “No, bad boy! Don’t eat that!”

Cujo simply jumped out of the way, still happily chewing away and Danny groaned.

Then he looked up to find both Vlad and his dad staring at him; Vlad with an expression halfway between disappointment and exasperation and his dad with an uncharacteristically hesitant expression. Well, this was awkward. Before he could decide on what to say, Vlad held out a hand. “Come on, get up.”

Danny stared at the offered hand. “Wow. You really just needed to get outside for a while, huh? Like airing out dusty clothes. Aired the evil right out of you.” He grabbed the hand and let Vlad pull him to his feet. “Or wait. Did you hit your head when you fell in?”

Vlad rolled his eyes. “Very funny.”

“Thank you.” Danny grinned, trying to grab for any semblance of normalcy in this situation. He dusted himself off as well as he could, decided the effort wasn’t worth it and that there was no real reason to keep up appearances anymore, and simply turned intangible to get all the gross stuff off of him.

Jack kept on staring. Danny couldn’t take the tension anymore and promptly struck a pose, jazz hands and all, and said, “Ta daa!”

Vlad groaned and buried his face in one of his hands, but at least it succeeded in getting Jack to finally blink and take a breath.

“Well.” Jack paused, then sighed. “I think I need to have another talk with your mother when we get back.” He sent a pointed look at Danny. “With you this time.”

“Alright.” This wasn’t how he had envisioned this going down, but he could work with it.

Vlad looked between the two of them with a frown. “Oh, so now he listens.”

Danny couldn’t help it, he broke out into laughter. From the release of tension and from the absolutely petulant look on Vlad’s face.

Thankfully, Jack seemed to finally connect all the dots he had been handed over the course of the afternoon. “Wait. You’re also…?”

“Half ghost. Yes,” Vlad said and made as if to straighten out his suit, but since he was currently wearing an overall he simply ended up grabbing the straps and looking like the world’s most pompous hillbilly. The image was further perfected by a piece of ghostly entrails slowly sliding down Vlad’s shoulder before landing on the ground with a disgustingly wet sound. Cujo barked happily and immediately dove for it. Danny decided to pick his battles and let him have it.

Jack groaned. “How can you be half—” he shook his head. “You know what? Don’t answer that. We should all sit down and eat. This is too much to take in on an empty stomach.”

Danny had to agree and they had managed to get a single—hopefully normal—fish before all this mess had started. Who was he kidding? This trip had been a mess from the very start. Danny stared out at the boat still bobbing in the middle of the lake, all alone. “Yeah, that might prove to be a bit of an issue.”

Jack followed his gaze and then sadly said, “…We still have some marshmallows?”

Danny couldn’t help the snort that escaped him at Jack’s forlorn expression. His dad could teach Cujo a thing or two about puppy eyes. Its effects were only slightly diminished by the fact that he was sopping wet. “I can’t believe you guys swam ashore!”

“Well, we couldn’t just let those pesky ghosts get you both!”

“So you dove in to save us?” Danny felt oddly touched.

“Of course! Now, you apparently didn’t really need saving, but still!”

Danny smiled. “Just wait a second; I’ll go get the boat.” He turned to give his dad a warning look. “Please don’t shoot me.”

And then he transformed into Phantom. He didn’t give his dad enough time to gather himself or to stop gaping in horror at him before taking off.

--

Later when they were sitting around a green fire, grilling fish and marshmallows, Jack very un-casually said, “Sooo, you’re both ghosts, huh?”

“Yep,” Danny said, popping the p.

Vlad leaned back against a log and said, “Yeah.”

Danny couldn’t help giving Vlad a glare for the relief he could hear in his voice.

Jack looked down at Cujo. “Like this little guy.”

“Yes…?” Danny didn’t know where Jack was going with this.

“So… does that mean that he’s your dog? Can we keep him?”

Danny looked at his dad sitting on a log with a sleeping Cujo in his lap. He hadn’t stopped petting him ever since they sat down and Danny had caught him sneaking pieces of both fish and marshmallow to the dog several times. Danny smiled. “Yes, dad, we can keep him. The problem is trying to get him to leave you alone.”

Jack beamed. “Sounds perfect!”

Vlad gave a short laugh. “Can you believe it? You’re getting willingly haunted by a dog.”

“And the two of you!” Jack added happily.

That startled a laugh out of both Vlad and Danny. Vlad reached for another marshmallow as he said, “That’s fair.”

Danny stuffed his face with his own burnt marshmallow and said, “Nothing like a fight for your lives to bring people together, huh?”

“Or, half lives in your case!” Jack added with a laugh.

“Dad, oh my god!” Danny groaned into his hands, hiding his smile.

Jack chuckled. “What? Too soon?”

Vlad shook his head with a smile. “Not soon enough.”

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[emeritus-fuckers]

Could you do oneshots of papa Terzo and cardinal Copia when they are really horny but the reader or whoever your shipping them with for the sake of this, isnt, and like Terzo and Copia are dealing with that in the best way possible for them... If that makes sense? (Preferably with a female s/o but I don't care that much)

They’re horny, you’re not…whatever will they do? -Death

When you aren’t in the mood - GN! Reader

Terzo

It had been a very long day, one made longer by the stack of incident reports dropped on your desk. Ghouls could be a lot of trouble, certain ones more than others. You had called it quits an hour after you were supposed to be.

A nice, quiet, long night of sleep sounded perfect. Though as you approached the room, the trail of rose petals caught your eye.

Shit. You had promised Terzo some time together tonight. You were late.

As you walked in the door, you were greeted by them sprawled out on the bed. Completely nude. Winking at you playfully.

“Hello amore…would you mind giving me a hand…I’ve missed you so.”

Half a second after he spoke, he clocked the expression on your face. Frowning deeply as you trudged into the room and started removing your work clothes.

“As much as it would give me endless joy to see your pretty cunt gushing Terzo…I’m far too tired tonight. I’m very sorry.”

He hummed as he walked over, their hands helping strip you completely from your work clothes. Gentle kisses being trailed across your shoulders as they rubbed over your hips.

“That is alright darling…I’ll give you a show so you can get some rest.”

You blinked in confusion as Terzo settled you among the pillows. Eyes widening when he pulled out a monster sized dildo. The satanic pope smirking as he set it up right in front of the bed.

They kept eye contact as they easily worked the toy into their dripping cunt. Slowly rolling their hips as they gasped in pleasure. A filthy moan leaving his lips. Watching you with that knowing grin.

Your eyes were glued to their body as they rode the toy. His moans low and enjoying the ridges along the shaft of it. Taking their time to really hit every spot to light their nerves on fire. Making sure it was indeed a show.

Despite your exhaustion, arousal licked at your blood. Your eyes glued to how much wetter he already was since beginning to ride that toy. How it could be more fun…if they had some help.

Despite not starting in the mood to fuck Terzo stupid…you got up to pull him into the bed. The show inspiring some action.

(Cardinal) Copia

You slid into Copia’s simple room after a very long day of chasing down ghouls for their annual dental appointment. For hellbeasts, they could be dreadfully afraid of dental tools.

As you walked in, you were greeted with Copia jerking off. The cardinal covering himself quickly with a surprised squeak.

“D-Dearest! I wasn’t expecting you back so soon…if…you aren’t too tired…maybe you could eh, give me a hand?”

You smiled wistfully at him, kissing his cheek before heading towards the shower.

“Not tonight my love…I’m going to shower then get comfortable to watch a movie.”

You mumbled, moving away as you entered the bathroom and closed the door. Not wasting much time in stripping down and slinking under the hot water.

Unbeknownst to you, as you let the water wash away all the ghoul slobber, Copia had abandoned his pursuit of pleasure. Throwing on a pair of boxers before fixing up the bed. Making sure it was comfortable and ready for you. Bringing out his secret stash of your favourite snacks and drinks before pulling out a few rats.

Particularly the fluffier ones. Laying down with them to await your return.

As you walked back in, you blinked seeing him setting up a streaming service to pull up your favourite movies. Smiling a bit as one of the rats came to greet you.

“Copia…did you do this for me?”

He looked over from what he was doing, smiling sheepishly as he shrugged a bit.

“You had a hard day…I would rather help you then eh…continue pleasuring myself.”

You crawled in with him after picking up the rat (Ravioli greedily snuggling close). Laying in Copia’s arms as he started the movie.

Though you felt bad for interrupting him in the night, you gave him a very nice wake up call by riding him the next morning.

~

Written by Death.

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[dollwrites]

𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 — 𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!secretary!reader, phone sex ( kind of ), mentions of nonconsensual filming during sex, this fic is FULL of dubcon, masturbation ( him ), orgasm control, cumming without being touched, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

your phone was vibrating in your clutch again. you try your best to force yourself to ignore it, and instead focus on the way your date smiled at you. he was so kind, and you were already feeling guilty for so many interruptions.

“Quite a diligent worker, aren’t you?” he felt awkward, you knew that by how he avoided your eyes, and instead looked at your buzzing bag on the tabletop beside a hardly touched glass of champagne. “Or, is it just a pain in the ass boss?”

you force a giggle, placing a hand over the clutch. “Pain in the ass boss.” you knew it was figurative, but you were also thinking about how much literal pain Ainosuke Shindo has put you through thus far. a single typo in an email could leave you stumbling out of his office with the stinging imprint of his massive palm on your tender ass, and had many times.

thinking about his hands now, you felt a warmth rise in your cheeks. you couldn’t imagine those long, cruel fingers without remembering how they felt teasing your gag reflex when he shoved them down your throat as he bent you over his desk. how they pinched and prodded at your most sensitive regions, and how they cut through the air to strike your cheek when you talked back to him. he could be so damned strict, especially with you.

and that’s why, in this moment, you knew you had to answer yet another call. “Two minutes, tops.” you promise your date, who looks a bit disappointed.

“Again?”

“Sorry…”

“Not your fault,” he huffs, “it’s just… it’s eight PM on Saturday night. Shouldn’t you, I don’t know, just turn the thing off?” you frown, fingers tapping on the bag as you pull it closer. “Whatever he needs can wait until Monday when you’re back in the office.” he rests his hand over top of yours, trying to convince you with a gentle stroke of his thumb against your knuckles. however, you knew Ainosuke Shindo. he’d be monstrous if you ignored his calls.

“It’s not that kind of job.” you reply, and excuse yourself, pulling both your hand and the vibrating clutch from under his, and you hold it close to your chest. “I’ll be quick, two more minutes and then I’m yours.”

your date sighs, but nods, leaning back and tracing the rim of his glass with his finger, boredly. “Two minutes,” he repeats. “Hurry back.”

you felt like a real dirtbag as you saw his expression deaden, but you turn and hurry to the ladies’ room, unzipping the bag and ripping your phone from it.

fuck Ainosuke.

your ire was hot by the time you hit the green button on your screen, and inhale to let him have it. consequences be damned, you were pissed that he had ruined your night.

“This is extremely inappropriate, Mr. Shindo—“

“Do you remember the sound you made when I first slipped my cock into you?”

all that nerve melted as your eyes widened, staring at yourself in the mirror. “H— huh—“

“I’ve been recalling it,” he answers, simply, “watching the first time I fucked you again tonight.” you knew he kept videos, the man had— on many occasion— whipped out his phone while you slobbered and struggled to suck him, and pulled your hair back so you were forced to stare up into the lens. he’d instructed you to ‘smile for the camera’ when you were trembling and leaking cum on his desk, fucked out of your mind. and you had no doubt in your mind that his office was infested with cameras that you didn’t know about. “Can you hear it?”

you could.

beyond his voice, you could hear the muffled whimpering. he was watching you on what you assumed to be his desktop, and you were mewling and begging him to be gentle because he was big and you were nervous. you could hear the ferocious slap of his skin against yours, and the way he grunted to punctuate the pounding. it was so loud, you worried that the other women milling around the sinks where you stood would hear, and you clasped the phone tighter, shying away in hopes to muffle it. “Y—yes sir…”

“You were so shrill,” he murmurs, and you can hear the subtle slur in his words as if he were biting down on his lip and attempting to talk at the same time, “every time I shoved another inch inside, you only screamed louder. But you were so wet, you were dribbling pussy juice down your thighs.”

“Mr. Shindo…” your voice trails off to a soft murmur, and you clench your thighs together. you didn’t want to hear this. it was bad enough that you had to remember how gracious your body had been to be violated by your boss for the first time.

“Drooling all over my desk, making a mess of yourself. I’m watching you right now, and I can count the thoughts disintegrating as I fuck them out of your little airhead, those hopeful eyes of yours going glassy and fuckdrunk.” Ainosuke moans, and you can hear the rustle of his suit— he must be palming his crotch with his free hand. “My cock is hard.”

the pooling in your gut intensifies with his confession, your sex throbbing as she wakes, and you tuck your knees together to keep them from buckling. “I— I— I have to go, I’m not— I’m out—“

“Is your pussy not wet?”

it was.

you sealed your lips, lest the question coax a moan from them.

“It is, isn’t it? What’s wrong, are you ruining your little panties thinking about me? You can hear yourself getting ruined, and you just know I’ve got my big cock in my hand, and you can’t help yourself, your thighs are getting sticky, hm? Your guts are all bunched up?”

you shift on your heels, glancing as the final woman leaves the restroom, and you’re finally alone, before you breathe out a weak, “Yes, sir.”

“Those knees getting shaky? Hm?”

“Y—yes, sir…”

“Soft, little clit swelling, begging to be played with.”

it was as if he were making it so, and you lean against the metal hand dryer and tilt your head back against the wall, allowing your eyes to close. you didn’t want to catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and see what you were doing— getting off with your boss while your date waited for your return. but your date was long forgotten as your free hand grasps haplessly at your core through your dress. “Y—yes—“ it’s breathy, when your fingers swim against the soft fabric to press hard to your button.

“Don’t touch, just listen.”

blinking, your hand stops moving, fingers grasping your skirt instead, and you bite down hard on your bottom lip. you could hear him spit, you assume into his own hand, because moments after, the slick smacking started. quick paced, in tandem with your squealing emanating from the speakers on his end. he was jacking off to the same rhythm he fucked you. “This is your fault,” he groaned, and you slithered haplessly against the wall. his voice was so husky, so leveled with lust oozing into your ear, “You should be here, right now. On your knees, worshiping this fucking cock.”

you hated that you wanted to be.

“I want your little pussy to throb, to clench on air, while you listen to me fuck my hand. I want you to wish you could play with your needy cunt because the sound of me moaning for you is driving you insane.”

“F—fuck,” you utter, soft, as your rub your thighs together, “M—Mr. Shindo… p—please…”

“Please what?”

“Can I— can I— touch…”

what were you saying? you most certainly should not have been as desperate as you were to fondle yourself, but he was right. the culprit was the sounds he made. the ragged breathing, and the mewling, expertly paired with your digital twin screaming that he was breaking you, had your eyes rolling back behind your lids. your head smeared against the wall, your core clamped down on nothing. you wanted to strum your cunt, you wanted to cum.

“Not even with your pinky finger.” he answered, blunt and definitive. you stifle a frustrated whimper when his pace picked up. he was stroking fast, the side of his fist kissing his base with loud, sickening slaps. “Suffer.”

“Suffer for doing this to me.”

you whined, gripping the phone tighter.

“Suffer for making me so fucking hard and expecting me to handle it myself.”

Ainosuke was growling through clenched teeth now, and you knew he was close. just knowledge that he was on the brink intensified the bubbling in your lower belly, and your hips buck forward, humping the air, desperate to grind on something— anything would do, but his lap was ideal.

“Suffer for acting like such a slut. Whimpering and needy on the phone with your boss while that poor bastard sits out there and waits. Your entree’s ice cold, your zero thinks you ditched him,and you’re begging me to let you fingerfuck yourself.”

he knew where you were?

that shouldn’t have been surprising, but you were still taken aback.

so, was this all calculated? a scheme hatched in order to ruin the first date you’d been able to go on since starting work as his secretary?

“P—please, Mr. Shindo!”

“Shut up, I’m cumming.” he barks, and you clamp your tiers together, eager to hear the sounds of him unraveling. the rapid-fire jerking, the hitched breath, and the loud moans seal your fate, and you tremble, too. hips rocking with nothing there to intensify the orgasm he’d built on words alone, you release a strangled moan and stomp your feet, melting halfway down the wall as you give into the partial climax.

“Are you still with me?”

it must’ve been moments after, because Ainosuke’s voice was mostly level, and your breathing was slowly but surely going back to normal.

“That little orgasm didn’t turn your brain off yet, did it?”

“I—I’m here…”

“Good enough,” he purred, “there’s a car waiting outside for you.”

you blink, trying to focus on his words and gather your bearings. “To take me home?”

Ainosuke chuckles, and it’s a wicked, unnerving laugh. “Absolutely not. I came all over my hand, and you’re going to get your little ass to the office so you can clean the mess you had me make. I want you suck it off of my fingers and my cock when you get here.”

you were already nodding, stumbling to push the door to the restroom open, and when you do, your date is standing there. he takes one look at you— your eyes slightly hazy and your balance not quite right, and you wonder if he can smell your arousal through your soaked panties. he opens his mouth to speak, eyebrows furrowed in concern, but you blurt out before he can.

“I have to go.” thighs shaking just behind the fluttering of your skirt as you careen around him, you add, “My boss called me into the office.”

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