#vessel get off the fucking floor you have one second!
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I can't sleep so Star Trek TOS/SNW dashboard simulator
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to this day I can't understand why they're called the Three Musketeers if there's FOUR of them? Did Dumas just forget his own main character???
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You've got to be kidding me
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I know right? A mistake like this would never happen in Russian literature!
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After months of taking care of everyone else on this giant tin can I really earned this shore leave. Now I get to drink, relax, flirt with some lovely ladies and sleep until noon 😎 Just what the the doctor ordered!
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Update: A fucking purple tree ate five crewmen. Again.
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Despite being among humans for close to a decade, I still find their tendency to overcomplicate and avoid aspects of social situations to be confusing at best and infuriating at worst. So much time is wasted on tedious matters such as who gets to 'make the first move' or 'not come off too strong'.
For example, everyone aboard my vessel is keenly aware of Lt. Uhura and Engineer Scott's 'budding romance'. But their need to extend their oddly avoidant courtship ritual, rather than outright state their interest in one another, is pointless, as well as frustrating to witness.
Why do they do this? Why not 'get it over with', as they say?
I encourage answers from all cultures, human or otherwise.
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I'm sorry Scotty and Nyota are WHAT
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DELETE THIS
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SPOCK NOOO HE DOESN'T THINK OF ME LIKE THAT 😭
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But I do! I thought you knew and were just being nice about it!
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DMing you rn 😳
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You're welcome.
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PSA: If you visit Antares VII, stay clear of any yellow plants, their pollen can have some...inconvenient effects on the biology of humanoid peoples.
My XO and I suffered through troubling symptoms until it was almost too late. Thankfully, we figured out a cure in time.
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I can only find info on the symptoms. What was the cure? 👀
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Do I really have to say it?
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The galaxy if Klingons didn't exist
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Wow. Humans are openly advocating for our disappearance yet Klingons are the bad guys? I thought your federation stood for peace.
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Cry harder you genocidal wrinkly-faced bitch I hope your planet gets sucked into a black hole
#If you think a joke is on par with what they do then book an MRI because you might have brain damage #fuck Klingons and anyone that sympathizes with them
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So I can either skim through this asteroid belt on Warp 2 for 3 hrs or on Warp 5 for 15 mins
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Erica no! That's not how navigation works!
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FLOOR IT???
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ERICA NO
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HOW ABOUT WARP 7 FOR 15 SECONDS?
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ERICA YOU'RE GOING TO CRASH THE SHIP
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I AM GOING TO HARNESS LIGHT-SPEED TO ZIGZAG THROUGH THE VOID
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ERICA P L E A S E
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I know some species are very private, but you'd think they'd share the important stuff, esp when we should trust each other by now.
How are we supposed to enjoy my weekly dinners if you all don't tell me what to watch out for :/ This is the third time this happens to the same person and I had to get the answer why from our CMO
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Wait what did I miss while I was gone
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Spock got wasted on my chocolate fudge cake and hit his head on the counter ://///
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hellooo! I’ve actually fallen in love with your writing, and I’ve had this idea in my head for wayyyy to long, so here ya go!!
just thinking about scara using shouki no kami to hold the reader in one of its hands, using one of its mechanical fingers to fuck them and fill them to the brink?? (pray for the reader man 🙏🙏🙏)
౨ৎ ﹒ bow before me .
── ୨୧：sub!reader x dom!scaramouche
୨୧﹑ synopsis :; you never noticed how hot scaramouche’s mecha was, until now.
୨୧﹑ genre :; smut, nsfw
୨୧﹑ cw :; fem!reader, shouki no kami!scara, established relationship, size difference, size kink, grinding, fingering ( yes the finger goes inside—just the tip i swear ), creampie, biting.
﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ stopp reader is literally going through it.. #pray4reader — also sorry this took so long i had no ideass then i got a burst of motivation at 2am!!
shouki no kami, originally meant to be the new vessel to house the gnosis in order to assist the balladeer in attaining his so called ‘godhood’ he had been craving ever since his abandonment as a lonesome puppet.
it was simply a hunk of metal, however it was able to heed to scaramouche’s every whim. your eyes stare up in awe as the faceplates click into place, the electro energy resonating within making the machine come to life.
with baited breath, you summon your weapon. this was meant to be a simple spar to test it’s strength. but now, standing in front of it, you begin to have second thoughts.
a yelp comes from you as a large hand swiped for you, and you immediately ducked down. you curse under your breath as you hit the floor, eyes darting around to see where his next attack would come from.
“you’ve got to be more aware of your surroundings, dear…”
in a fraction of a second, you feel a heavy weight on top of you, before being scooped up and lifted off the ground by his heavy hand. you dropped your weapon, making it clatter on the ground which now seemed to be getting further and further away.
you were dangling from the back of your clothes in front of where the control centre would be. grumbling in defeat, as he watched you softly swing side to side.
“look at you, so cute, so helpless.”
his other hand cups a few metres underneath you, acting like a platform as he drops you like a stone. you make a small ‘oomph’ upon impact.
one of the fingers of the machine trail down your body suggestively, only egging you on as it reaches your thighs. your lips part, a silent gesture of protest, which wasn’t missed by scaramouche
“oh, come on—don’t act like you didn’t want this.” his distorted voice rings in your ear, going straight to your thrumming core. your eyes flit up to the mecha, your thighs pressing up against the finger situated between your legs. “please, you were practically fucking me with your eyes. couldn’t even get through five minutes of fighting.”
“i wasn’t!” you tried to fruitlessly defend yourself, but it was hard with the metal rubbing up against your heat.
as the finger presses up against you, you whine, trying to writhe away, but it was much bigger than you were. it was so easy to get you submit to him. he was your god, after all.
you give in, hooking your trembling fingers into the waistband of your panties and tugging them down, throwing them off to the side carelessly. albeit your face burning with embarrassment, you can’t fight the fact your own body is aroused from his touch.
inside the control centre, scaramouche bit his lip so hard it was borderline painful. seeing your legs spreading for him as your needy fingers wandered south to pleasure yourself, he can’t restrain his own arousal. then again, he’ll tease his prey before attacking. he wanted you to grind against the cold metal of the finger like a bitch in heat, and he’d do anything to get it.
“oh? you weren’t? then what’s this i’m seeing,” his eyes narrow at the sight of your form, moving his finger ever so slightly that it presses against your clit. the contrast of the cold metal against your searing arousal set a chain reaction off in your body. “surely you’re not turned on just from some simple touches…”
you didn’t have anything to say to that—as it was true. embarrassingly so, you were in fact turned on by it. your whole body flares up, and your hips cock in a way that presses your wettening folds up against his finger.
you moan out, staining the shiny material with your glistening slick. your hands go to your mouth, muffling any noises you could let out, but you simply couldn’t keep them back and a couple slipped out under your efforts.
“so needy…” he mumbles under his breath, rubbing his finger along your dripping fold. your heartbeat thumps in your ears, breath growing heavier at the amount of slick pooling out of your cunt.
the calculated movement of your hips becomes more instinctual and rapid, grinding your clit against the hard material. the friction sends a surplus of pleasure up your spine, electrifying your whole body.
your mind is plagued with the notion that he could be doing anything up in that control centre. by the sound of his voice, you could already tell that he was equally as turned on as you. he wanted to touch you, but firstly he wanted to see you fall apart.
your eyes water, rolling back in your head. your thighs begin to tremble, struggling to keep up with your frantic motions as you chase your high. your eyes squeeze shut, but they soon widen as you feel something pressing against your cunt.
“n-no, scara… won’t fit…” you babble out, writhing as he pushes the tip in. it was all you could fit; and you already felt so full. your hands claw at the hand underneath, currently holding you, trying to gain some purchase.
it stretched you out completely, practically splitting you in half. you gasp for breath, trying to calm yourself down from the adrenaline shuddering through your body. luckily, scaramouche had enough lenience to give you mercy.
your whole body shakes and you muster all your strength to begin to grind down against his finger. you moan breathlessly, back arching as you continue to pleasure yourself against him.
your hands go down to your clit, quickly rubbing it and adding to the mind-hazing sensation. there was a lewd squelch coming from all your activities, coming from the sound of your slick alongside the desperate rolls of your hips.
“so close… s-so, so close…” you groan, your grinding turning more sloppy and uncoordinated as your orgasm builds up rapidly. your head is thrown back, a loud moan echoing off of each wall of his domain.
“you gonna cum all over my finger? cum for me, then. don’t hold back.”
his words makes your brain haywire, his whole being overtaking your senses and making you drunk on every drop of him you’re surrounded with.
your breath hitches, eyes misting over in a drunken expression of raw lust. your orgasm rips through you, causing a soft cry of his name to leave your mouth as the pleasure numbs your senses. your body stills, before going limp, your shaky arms struggling to support your weight. everything was too overwhelming, and you slowly slip off of the finger, letting yourself rest for a moment and catch your breath.
in the ache of your dulled hearing, you can hear a faint click along with a hiss. it was the sound of the faceplates whirring open, and not long after you can hear the clicking of scaramouche’s shoes against the pristine architecture of the mech.
you feel his cold hands tug your tear stained cheeks, his soft lips pressing apologetic kisses against your face; almost an apology for wearing you out so much.
“you were so good,” he kneels down, resting himself on your thigh in the act of straddling you. “so good… now how about i treat you to something better, yeah?”
he grabs your hand, placing it over his erection through his pants, letting you get a feel of how much you’ve riled him up. his groin unconsciously ruts against your hand.
your eyes flit up to him, a teary, worn out look in them. but even so, you give him a soft smile, pressing your lips against his with all your resolve. you take initiative, palming his throbbing cock, the friction of the fabric making him groan.
he shifts in between your legs, discarding his pants and tugging you close by the thighs. your hips press against his, his cock pressing up against your slick, collecting on the underside of his cock.
he leans down, nestling his face into your neck and trailing wet kisses down to your collarbone, letting his saliva coat your warm skin.
he finally, finally begins to sink into your warmth, letting your cunt suck him in and envelope him in your essence. he’s reeling at the sensations, wholly infatuated with the way your walls clench gummy around his length.
he lets out a few stray noises, giving a quick glance up at you half-lidded before slowly pulling out to the tip and sinking back into your once more. drool pools on the dips of your tongue, lashes fluttering at him, coaxing further into your hex.
he hooks one of your legs on his shoulder, pressing it flush against your chest as he leans over you. with this angle, he can finally hit deeper into you, turning you into malleable putty.
you whine and gasp as his thrust become more intense, his tip grazing against your cervix every time he bottoms out into you. it makes your whole lower body thrum with fire, blazing within your gut.
his free hand comes down to toy with your clit, sending your mind into a spiral. your inhibitions were in the clouds, combining into a senseless fog of unfettered pleasure. your back arches, limbs squirming underneath him as he pounds into you like it were a matter of life or death.
“more… m-more, i’m close again…” you gasp, voice weak and trembling with each thrust. every push of his hips, it leaves you frantic for breath, only to have it taken away again from another one of his powerful thrusts.
“you already have all of me… greedy, aren’t you?” he breathes into the shell of your ear, teeth gnawing teasingly on the supple flesh of your neck. your head lolls back, crushed in brittle euphoria as he sends you into another deserved climax.
you let slip a high-pitched moan, hands tugging on his hair as you came around his cock, your cunt tightening and fluttering around his cock. he pathetically whimpers in your ear at the feeling, your heart fluttering at the noise.
“f-fuck… so tight, i’m gonna cum…” he groans, panting against your ear as hit hot breath fans against your skin. it induced you into a state of warmth, seeking confort in the heat of his touch.
his cock twitches and throbs inside of you, before he lets his cock hit it’s deepest in you as he releases ropes of his cum deep inside of your womb.
your body relaxes into the feeling, chest heaving for breath as scaramouche rests his head against your chest, letting himself hold you in his arms for a moment. he sighs, eyes fluttering shut and a small smirk tugging at his face, feeling his cum leak out of you.
besides, if he lets some get to waste, that means he gets to fuck another load into you again.
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Dr.house- 2 am(smut)
Time wise takes place in season 1, I don't think my timelines exactly right but I can't find exact dates since they're lot really specified.
I’m on a Fuckin role!
4.2k words!!! Not at all edited I just finished this and posted it
5/22/23
Your pov-
It's not every night you get a call from Greg House to come to his apartment at 2 in the morning...but here I was standing in the entrance room of apartment 221 about to knock on the door to apartment B.
I've been to his house before, I've known the asshole for 11 years, I met him a year before his golfing incident.
I raised my hand and knocked on the door, loud enough for him to hear, quiet enough to not alert the neighbors. I waited for a few seconds of nothing and knocked again, a few seconds later it opened.
"Get in." He promptly spoke, turning around and immediately walking away.
I came in, shutting the door behind me. I kicked my slippers off as i gazed over at the piano, which was obviously being used a bit earlier by the open music and shuffled around music sheets on top. Last week it was tucked in the corner, now it's facing out into the room. One guitar was hung on the wall, the other on a floor stand.
On his coffee table was a half empty bottle of whiskey and a few scrambled folders.
"I was sleeping you know." I said as he came out of the kitchen with a mug. He was still in his work clothes, well the T-shirt and pants part of it, and Now I'm noticing the smell of coffee.
"Fully aware, sit." He plopped down onto the couch and leaned forward, resting his cane against the arm of the couch on his side.
I let out a sigh as I walked over, plopping down next to him. He handed me the red mug right away and I grabbed it.
"That's one hell of a tank top." He commented and I looked down at myself. It was white, and tight. I didn't get dressed alright, I threw on some plaid pj pants, grabbed a zip up hoodie, and threw on my slippers and left.
"Shut the fuck up Greg. I gotta be in the office at six." I took a sip from the mug,"this is fucking good."
"Good, so look at this." He handed me a whole file so I put the mug down on the table and leaned back with the folder.
"Anna Mae Johnson, 56, female..Hallucinating and loosing her vision." I looked up from the file and looked at him, leaned back in the corner of the couch holding a glass of whiskey. "Are you kidding me?"
"No. You were the only neurologist that picked up my call." He shrugged. I'm not just a neurologist, I'm also an ophthalmologist and general surgeon. I didn't let my scholarships at Stamford go to waste. "And, frankly I don't feel like spending another 3 hours with this women."
"Wilson didn't pick up?" I raised my brow.
"Oh no, he did. And he told me to fuck off." He half smiled for a second and i rolled my eyes.
"Could've called me down when I was at the office Greg." I shook my head at him,"Wheres the scans and tests?"
"Red folder." I put down the file and opened up the red folder.
I saw brain scans and negative labs, I was looking for an Amsler grid report or a OCT.
"Did you get an ophthalmologist to look at her eyes?" I looked over at him and he raised his brow at me,"her eyes. She's loosing her vision, did you get some sight tests?"
"Should be something in there." I rolled my eyes at him as I flipped through papers,"Why her eyes?"
"I thought diagnostic medicine was your specialty?" I shot at him and heard his scoff," because macular degeneration, loosing the vision." I opened up the patients file and flipped to the medical history, I felt him shift on the couch, he was sitting closer to me, leaning forward to look at the file...or maybe my chest.
"The gears are turning." He poked my temple.
"Alright, She started having problems with her vision 3 months ago, blurry and getting worse. She went to the eye doctor to change her prescription, it worked for 3 weeks and she never went back. Could be wet AMD."
"abnormal blood vessels growing under the retina. Which have been leaking blood or other fluids, which causes scarring of the macula."he nodded slowly as he looked towards the fireplace.
"So do Anti-VEGF treatment. But the hallucinations aren't a symptom of the AMD. Could be Charles Bonnet syndrome, that's a symptom of vision loss, lack of light entering the Retina so the brains creating images to fill the void." I explained and he hummed.
"can't treat the CBS, but we can treat the AMD, either with the anti-VEGF or laser surgery."
"VEGF first, then the laser." I closed the folders and grabbed the mug and leaned back in the leather couch. "what else?"
"That's really it."He looked back at me and I cocked my head in disbelief at him.
"You didn't know it was AMD or CBS?" I took a sip and he shrugged.
"Had a slight idea, needed a 4th opinion." He grabbed the whiskey bottle and opened it, pouring some into his glass. He closed it and leaned back, holding his glass on his right thigh.
"At two AM?"
"We'll considering you were teaching from three to five, i couldn't bother you. I knew I could get you at two AM, I've gotten you at four." I shook my head as I took snother drink from the mug,"why haven't I hired you?"
"Because I like having my own office." I answered,"my turn, why in the last eleven years haven't I slapped you yet?"
"We'll, for like 5 of those I was married."
"What does that have to do with it?"
"Might've wanted to jump my bones afterwards, I've heard some things." I let out a laugh at the smug look in his face.
"We were both single, horny, and drunk." I crossed my right ket over my left leg,"it doesn't count."
"Oh wilson counts it." He smirked snd wiggled his brows. I let out a sigh, and ran my tongue under my bottom k-9s with a smirk on my face.
"I'm not tell-"he cut me off promptly.
"I don't need you too, I've heard it already." He looked away from me and looked over at the fireplace again and then to the coffee table.
"Oh really? What was your favorite part?" I asked sarcastically, Wilson told me he didn't tell anyone we screwed, but I know Greg doesn't count.
"When you- and I quote- sucked his soul from his dick and then rid him like a fucking pornstar." He finally looked at me,"the scratches you left on his back were also very impressive."
"Wow alright." I felt my heart in my throat, not in a bad way.
I sat up and placed the mug on the table, uncrossing my legs and standing up.
"I'm going-"
"No you're not," he grabbed my wrist, not hard but strong enough to keep me,"you wanna see how far this will go. You're blushed, got a little shake in your hand." He let go it my wrist," And I gotta say, your tits look great. It'd be a crime to not give them attention."
"Is that the Vicodin or whiskey talking?" I sat down if the edge if the couches arm, he was placed in the middle of the couch now.
"Me."
"What? Is a Hooker not available for a night call?" I love giving him a hard time.
"I thought she did arrive?" He gasped and looked at me with a shocked expression. I scoffed at him.
"So what? You call me to come here, have me look at your patients files and solve it for you, and now you think I'm gonna fuck you?" I crossed my arms and he cocked his head before nodding.
"I don't think you are, I know you are. Wilson's bad at keeping secrets and you like to talk." He took a drink from his glass,"so either we can fuck, or you can just keep waiting, but you've been waiting awhile so I don't think you want to." My jaw dropped slightly at his words. Damnit Wilson.
I slid off the arm and sat down next to him, my toros turned to him, my arm resting on the head of the couch, my brows furrowed.
"So I'm actually here to fuck you?" I asked,"you couldn't wait. just had to have me huh?"
"I can blame you for my acute insomnia lately, that's why I'm awake." He leaned forward and out his glass on the table.
"I've finally gotten under Dr.houses skin haven't I?" I raised my brow, a smirk on my face.
"You've been under my skin for awhile, it's not new." That was news to me. these last couple of months it seemed like he could care less. He kept me around, but it wasn’t the same. I knew how he was though, why I never brought it up.
“Really?” I got a surge of confidence, and I took it.
I used my leverage on the couch to move and straddle his thighs, making sure I was careful when coming around to his right leg. His hands immediately came and sat on my thighs
“Thought you were leaving?” He looked over his shoulder to the door,”or was I right?”
“You’re right, I wanna jump your bones.”
“What about your six AM shift?” His hands left my hips and came up to take hold of my hoodie by the collarbones,”suddenly not important because you know you’re gonna get fucked?”
“I suddenly don’t have to go in till nine.” He pushed my hoodie off, I let it fall off my arms and he watched it do so, he then tossed it down to the side of the coffee table. When he looked up at me, I let my lips come down on his, he responded quickly. My hands sat on his shoulders and His hands sat on my ass, he used the grip to pull me closer to him. My chest pushing into his.
I could taste the whiskey on his tongue and the coffee on mine. His beard tickled my chin and all I could think about was how it would feel in between my legs, the thought made my hips grind down on him. His finger tips pushed into my skin as he joined in on the motion. Rocking my hips steadily down on his hardening cock in his pants.
A hand slid from his shoulder to the back of his head, my fingers carding through his hair. I could feel my heartbeat in my pussy, snd I could myself getting wet.
He pulled away from me shortly after, but his lips came back to my skin. Placing a trail of kisses from my jaw to my neck, the feeling of his beard caused a small moan to escape as his hands slid up the back of my ass and took hold of the hem of my tanktop.
I felt him bundling it in his hands, though his lips didn’t leave my neck yet, he wasn’t bitting or sucking just leaving open mouth kisses as he traveled to my collarbones and placed a kiss in between them.
His eyes met mine again, his pupils more dilated then before. He didn’t say anything but took the moment to start lifting my tanktop off snd I let him, he tossed it behind me to my hoodie.
“I knew they were nice, but wow.” His eyes were glued on my chest like a teenage boy to his first playboy magazine. his hands rubbed up and down my waist,”sure they’re real? I’ll be able to tell.”
“They are.” I replied as his hands took hold of them, massaging them. I pressed them harder into his hands, I just wanted to feel him. If I was gonna screw Dr.House, I might as well make it good.
I kept my hips rocking on him, my hips rocking faster and I tried to keep my upper half as still as possible. his hard cock rubbing against my clothes pussy. What a night to wear lace to bed. He pressed kisses to my left breast before taking my nipple into my mouth, that hand slid down my ribs and pushed past the band of my pants and slipped right past my panties.
His tongue swirled around the bud as his finger ran right over my slit before diving to my clit.
“Aah yes.” I sighed out, finally reviving what I want, focusing on grinding into his finger. he wasn’t moving it, just keeping it there for me to use. I appreciate it. His mouth left my nipple and me pressed a kiss between both my breasts. Another moan left my mouth as my head lulled back, my lips stayed parted.
“Wet and needy, just as I was hoping.” His hand slipped away from my breast and onto my waist, he held it tightly,”the tough doctor turns into a little bitch when aroused.”
“Focus on me, not yourself.” I retorted and he scoffed.
Something I was expecting was getting flipped my off of him. He had me pinned under him, his good leg kneeled on the couch, keeping my right leg pinned to the back of the couch, also keeping him stable with the help of his new found grip on the couches arm. His finger didn’t leave the clit In the motion, so he started rubbing faster, even added a second finger.
My chest started rising a bit faster as more moans left my lips, and in true men-fashion, right as it was getting good…he pulled away. His hand exited my pants, but both hands came and met the band of my pants. His weight shifted to his good knee as he pulled both pieces of clothing down my legs, lifting them up when needed, then letting them fall. He tossed the clothing with the rest and I sat up and grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, taking a moment to start a heated kiss, one that lasted long enough to slide my hands to the hem of his shirt and start pulling it up.
I pulled away from him to get it over his head and arms and threw it behind Me. Grabbing his face and pulling him back down with me resuming the kiss. Grabbed my previously pinned leg and held it over his hip and pulled away from me. His right hand came back down to my pussy. Wet and begging for anything; Which he gave. His middle finger came down to my core, circling it before diving in. A moan louder then the rest ripped out of me.
“If only I could get that sound copied on a record, could listen to it all day.” I looked at him through slotted eyes, meeting his blue ones which shifted from my gaze to my Pussy. His ring finger joined his middle finger, pumping out of me in a medium pace. My back was sticky against the leather as my back lifted up, my boobs lightly bouncing as my chest rose and fell.
“Feels fucking great.” I moaned out, my eyes falling closed. I felt the couch shift and then lips and a beard against my inner thigh. Trailing open mouth kisses to my core. I couldn’t stop the begging from leaving my lips,”please Greg, please.”
“Gettin’ there.” He quickly commented before his tongue latched to my clit.
My body shivered and my eyes rolled back under my closed lids. His fingers finally found my gspot and my hand shot to his hair, tugging on his crown. My hips rolled into his face as he switched between licking and sucking my clit.
I couldn’t help but moan, i was feeling great. My thighs pressed against his bare and warm shoulders, my calf being nudged by his elbow each time he pumped his fingers. My head felt dizzy, my body warm, and my abdominal muscles tight. I was gonna cum already, last bar hookup was 4 months ago and I’ve barely used my vibrator. There was no doubt I was gonna be the quick one tonight. My hips started bucking up, so his free arm pressed down on hips, holding me a bit more still and controlled. He changed his fingers angle snd pressure, curling them in a “come” motion.
“Just like that!” My voice was a higher pitch now, and within a few second, pathetically, k was seeing stars behind closed lids. My nail scratching against his scalp, trying to hold onto him for dear life, my other hand taking hold of the top edge of the couch.
He kept his pace and speed for bit after my orgasm, trying to push me to a cliff. Which he did Successfully, could probably tell my how I was I moaning his name, how wet his chin was, and how wet I was getting, and used it to know when the right time was to stop.
“Wow.” He breathed out as he sat up, adjusting to sit down properly,”now I understand why you eat pineapple everyday.”
I haven’t even opened my eyes yet, my legs were shaking, and I was catching my breath. I felt his weight leave the couch and heard the shaking metal of his belt, so I opened my eyes. I met his gaze which was staring at me and then they went down to where his hands were. Unzipping his pants, about to reveal the dick I’ve wanted to ride for a few years. I sat up, feeling how wet the bottom of my ass was against the leather. Now I understand why the couch is leather.
I pushed his hands away and hooked my fingers into the band in his boxers and started pulling them down, taking hold of his hard cock when it sprung out. He grabbed hold in his is pants from coming down any further then he wanted m, and he simply shook his head grabbing his cane. I respectfully brushed it off, my hand left his boxers band and traveled up his side sitting on his hip. He was bigger then I would’ve guessed, but it made sense.
I let go of his cock and spit onto my hand, taking hold of his and twisting my fist up and down, when I licked his tip. I looked up at him through my lashes. His head was rested back, obviously an expression of pleasure was plastered on his face, his breathing deep. so I let my eyes fall as I look him into my mouth, not wasting time to flatten my tongue, pumping the base of his cock. I felt his hand snake into my hair, grabbing some in his fist. He wasn’t using it to control me, though it wasn’t hard to tell by his tightening grip he wanted to. I would’ve let him, I kinda planned on letting him, but he only kept me down there for a few more moments before pulling me off.
“What are you on?” He asked the moment his cock left my mouth.
“IUD.” I answered catching the breath I needed. He didn’t respond,”it’s fine, as long as the last prostitute you fucked was clean.”
“Made sure.” He assured me as he sat down, letting his cane rest against the couch again. I stood up to get a better placement over his cock. His hands sat on my hips, his lips finding my breast again. I reach around and grabbed his cock, sliding it through my folds before holding it to my core.
I lowered down on it, moaning out at the initial stretch, and he groaned. His head falling back onto the head of the couch as he took a long inhale through his nose and sighed it out, a whispered “fuck” followed suit. Lowered down more, grabbing onto his shoulders, and biting down on my lower lip to stop a moan that would wake the neighbors from coming out. I lowered down completely onto him, taking a bit more then half of him in one go. I curled forward, moaning onto his neck as his finger tips pressed into my skin.
“When was-“
“Four months ago, shut up.” I mean pushed off of him and met his face, a disconcerted look on his face.
“I’m honored.” His tone was cocky and paired with a smirk. He raised hips and lowered me back down, that fuzzy brain feeling was coming back when he did it again, and again. Each time higher to where his tip was only left, snd lowering me down harder.
“Oh fuck Greg!” My nails pressed into his skin, I caught on with his movement, moving my hips with his guidance. He didn’t like slow I could tell, medium pace was where he liked to start at. Slowly getting faster, snd harder.
My brain drowned out into the sounds of our breathing, my moans, and the loudening groans that came from him. I could feel how wet the inside of my thighs were getting. My hips on auto pilot, riding him quickly. His tip bumping snd rubbing into my gspot.
My nails finally dug into his shoulder when his thumb met my clit and my walls tightened around him. Rubbing Harsh circles against the swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves.
“You look fucking perfect.” I couldn’t open my eyes, too overwhelmed with my nerves feeling like they’re on fire, my heart pulsing in my throat and clit,”and so-goddamn (y/n), squeeze me any tighter and I’m not gonna have a dick.”
“Dram-ah- queen.” I said through my shakey , near breathless voice. I didn’t wanna cum, not yet. It was all Too damn good to not savor it.
So I grabbed onto the back of the couch and started really riding him. Rocking and swiveling my hips into his when I came down, keeping my speed and pace constant, at least trying.
“Oh fuuck me (y/n).” His thumb started rubbing faster, ripping a broken moan from my throat. My chest pushed into his, his fingertips pressing further into my waist, no doubt leaving bruises for tomorrow.
“I’m gonna cum.” I speedily warned him.
“Not yet, just a few more minutes.”
“Greg-“
“Just wait.” His tone was firm but tinted with a bit of fake annoyance at my greediness.
“Jus’ want you to fill me up, come on.” My breathing was deep as I spoke but sped up when I stopped. My hairline was damp snd so was the back of my knees.
He bucked his hips up into mine, sounds leaning his throat at their own will, so caught up in his own pleasure he couldn’t even care.
Those few minutes felt like torture, my orgasm on the brink of snapping while his thumb is still abusing my clit. The corners of my lips curled when I felt his cock start twitching inside of me, getting more obvious by the second.
“Now.” He spit out,”gonna full up this greedy pussy.”
It snapped, my orgasm ripped through me, my walls spasmed around him which triggered his orgasm. I pushed my body into his, feeling his warm skin radiating against mine. I could feel him shooting into me, mixing with my own orgasm and spilling down my thighs and onto him.
I rode him till I couldn’t anymore, I finally gave out. His cock buried inside me as I laid against him, his hands holding onto my ass as we caught our breath. Soon after he lifted my hips off of him, his cock sliding out of me and I moved to sit on the leather next to him. Holding one of my knees to my body, my head falling back.
“If I knew your dick was that big I woukd be jumped you years ago.” I let out a breathy chuckled snd he hummed.
“I regret not grabbing your Tits earlier, should’ve acted on my impulse.” He said standing up, putting his boxers and pants back on,”so anti-VEGF treatment tomorrow?” He asked grabbing his cane and leaning against it as he looked down at me.
“Let me check her out first and I’ll confirm.” I answered and looked back up at the ceiling. I heard him walk away so I lifted my head and watched him,”where are you going?”
“To clean up and go to sleep, you coming?” He asked stopping in his tracks.
“Not again tonight, no.” I replied and he blinked at me a few times, a smile keept to his lips.
“Ha-ha!” He sarcastically laughed before going back to his original expression and limping away. I can’t really be mad, I kinda solved his case and got fucked, but now it’s 3:40, and I have work at six still.
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Ghost!Robin Part 7
All right! Here's part 7. I hope you enjoy. I don't think I really have any opening notes to go over this time, so I'll just leave it there. Check out the ask game I posted yesterday if you're interested.
This week you get a bit more than usual at 1.6k words.
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“What was that you meant about me being Jazz’s second dead boyfriend?”
Over his surprised laughter, he heard Jazz’s groan from across the hall. Yeah, he really did like Jason more than Johnny.
“One of my former rogues, Johnny 13, pretended to be human and started dating Jazz for a period. He was trying to mold her body into a vessel for his equally dead girlfriend Kitty. He had a similar bad-boy vibe to you but was actually awful. We might be cool now, but I’m still pissed he did that.”
Jason blinked at him before a slow grin took over his face. “So Jazz has a history of bad choices, does she? She always acts like she’s always had it together.”
“Oh definitely not. No child raised by our parents could have it always together.”
“Jazz refuses to talk about your parents, will you tell me what they did?”
Before Danny could answer, Jazz shouted his name. “Danny! If you’re done apologizing to Jason, start helping me explain!”
Danny rolled his eyes to Jason. “Later, I suppose. Duty calls! Come on, you’ve got to have a lot of questions, dead boyfriend number two, and yours will get priority answers.”
Jason’s surprised laugh made him grin despite the deepening glares of the other Waynes.
Surprisingly, it was Duke who blurted out a question in a high, freaked-out voice first. “Why do you have a crown?”
Danny, who’d turned and took all of one step in the direction of the dining hall, paused and turned back around. “How can you see that?” And then he realized the ground was still littered with broken glass and ceramics. “Never mind. Later. Let me clean up the broken glass and stuff first. Least I can do.”
Bruce’s hand landed heavy on his shoulder. “No. You will answer our questions now.”
Danny rolled his eyes. “Yeah, no. Look, the short of it is that I died when I was fourteen because I was stupid. It didn’t take and now I’m only half dead. I have a ghost form and a human form and all the standard ghost powers. The main ones being invisibility”—he turned invisible for a moment—“intangibility”—Bruce’s hand fell through his shoulder—“and gravity manipulation.” He raised in the air until he was floating a foot above the floor. “I also have some more unique powers, such as ice.” With a wave of his hand, ice grew around the shards of glass.
Alfred and Duke quickly backed away from the mess, but once every piece of broken china was encased, the ice stopped growing.
“So, if you’ll just tell me where I can dispose of the shards, I’ll be happy to do it. And this way no one has to be at risk of hurting themselves cleaning broken glass. Plus I got up all the fine powder, too. No little bits that can barely be seen but will fuck up your vacuum cleaner.”
“A handy skill,” said Alfred before anyone else could speak. “I will lead you to the bins.” To the rest of the group, he said, “Jason, would you and Duke collect the desserts from the kitchen and set up the dining room? As it appears we are all allies here, there is no reason to have this conversation standing in a hallway when we could have it sitting down with good food.”
“Alfred—” started Bruce.
Only to be cut off by the butler. “Master Bruce, I will be quite safe with the young man, I am sure of it. Jason’s… ghost has explained a few things already.” Only the slight pause before the word ghost betrayed that the man wasn’t entirely at ease.
Tim stepped forward. “Let me come with you both, Alfred?”
With a put upon sigh, the man agreed. “Very well, Master Tim, if you must. Mr. Danny, please follow me.”
“Yes, sir.” Danny followed obediently, the ice floating along behind him with barely a thought.
“You don’t need to make any sort of gesture to control the ice?” asked Tim.
Danny shook his head. “Nah. It’s my ice. It’ll do what I want it to. Most ghost powers are based on thought and emotion, honestly.” They took another turn. His castle didn’t even have this many hallways.
“So when you said the ghosts in Amity, you meant that literally.” Tim acted like it was a revelation.
“Of course I did. Shortly after my accident, ghosts started attacking on a regular basis. Took years for me to get things under control and by that point I’d already failed out of high school.”
“But if it was so hard… why didn’t you call the Justice League?”
Danny threw back his head and gave a hysterical laugh. “And then have to fight an overshadowed Superman? Or, worse yet, speedster? No. No thank you. Never. A representative of Justice League Dark stopped by about six or eight months after I got my powers and I told him to keep everyone out of my haunt. He gave me a phone number in case I came across something I couldn’t handle. But I kept being able to handle it, so I never used the number.”
“Overshadowed?” asked Alfred, “I do not believe we know that term. Ah, here we are.” He opened a door that led outside to a drive where a collection of garbage bins sat. “That container there”—he pointed—“is for glass recycling. Will the ice leave the bin filled with water?”
“Not at all. It’ll be completely gone.” Danny had the ice hover over the bin and made it disappear slowly enough that the shards were released without any falling outside the container. No water remained to show how he had transported them.
“Thank you very much, Mr. Danny. Now, overshadowing?” he asked as he held the door open for the boys to precede him inside.
“Oh, um. It’s like possession. Ghosts can take over a living being’s body. But when we do, we don’t have access to memories or knowledge or anything. And after the ghost leaves, the human just doesn’t remember anything from the time they were overshadowed.”
“And is this another of those basic ghost powers you have?” Tim’s voice was hard.
“Yes,” Danny answered simply. “It feels gross, though, and I’ve only done it a handful of times. Ever. First on my dad to get out of some school trouble, but I kept making things worse. After that on my friends and Jazz, with permission, so we could document limitations and if it hurt humans. Far as we could tell, it doesn’t.”
“You sound like a very conscientious young man. I have no doubt you use your powers responsibly.”
Danny laughed. “I screwed up more than a few times before I found ghost mentors. And ghosts are always a little chaotic, so some messing around is not only expected but encouraged.”
Alfred smiled. “I’m sure we will love hearing some of those stories as we get to know you and Ms. Jasmine better.”
“I can’t… I can’t tell you everything. There’s far too much and so much of it just doesn’t matter on Earth that it’d be pointless to go into.”
Danny saw Tim open his mouth to speak, but Alfred cut him off before he could. “I only want to know one thing: will Jason be all right?”
Danny smiled in relief. “Yes. That I can promise. I don’t know for sure how best to help him, but I’ve some ideas and I’ll consult with my doctors. They’re the leading experts in human-ghost biology.”
“Then I am glad you came tonight and were able to notice something was wrong. Thank you.”
With a shrug, Danny just said, “It’s literally my job. This is what I do.” Up ahead, he could see the doorway back to the dining room.
“If it’s your job, how much do we owe you?” asked Tim.
That question brought Danny up short. “Owe me? What are you talking about?”
“If you’re doing this for work,” said Tim as they entered the dining room, “Then you need to be paid somehow. If not by us, then how?”
“What are you lying about now, Danny?” asked Jazz, shaking her head at Tim’s question.
“Nothing! Tim asked why I’m planning on helping Jason and, besides the fact that he’s dating you and I’ll obviously help, I just said it’s literally my job. You heard his reaction to that!”
Bruce grunted. “Then I suppose you know where your explanations should begin. What is your job? A full explanation this time, please.”
“Right, yes, I can totally do that. I’m so great at explaining things.”
Jazz snickered at that statement and Danny poked her as he sat down next to her. Tim and Alfred took their seats as well.
“Now, Mr. Fenton.”
Danny winced at the name. “Don’t call me that. I’m not allowed that name anymore.”
“Danny, your job,” repeated Bruce, face expressionless.
“Right. Um… Well, I do just kinda do whatever is necessary or find someone who can. Because, um, well, I’m… kinda the High King of the Infinite Realms? There’s a bunch more titles after that but I refuse to memorize them because ugh.”
Danny looked down at his plate, not wanting to see everyone’s reactions. Jazz must’ve made sure he got a piece of pie because it sat in front of him. It looked so good. Did they even know about the Infinite Realms? Justice League Dark members did, but did Batman? Jazz reached over and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
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Next
Looks like Danny found another excuse to delay the interrogation! (I honestly forgot about the broken glass before Duke spoke up and asked about the crown. But I did always plan to have Danny clean it up.)
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REVENGE
“Woah!” My voice utters crashing down to earth once again as my ghost jumps in to a new body one I have been haunting for two weeks on end.
It’s been a long boring day in his expensive CEO life as he packs up for the day locking his suitcase as he exits the officer with a gold symbol.
He enters the hallway on floor seven as my ghost shifts he is so tired he can’t believe he saw what he is seeing it’s looks like a damn ghost.
The long white ghostly finger stands up with no reflection shining back as his fears rises to the sky and his heart pounds on his chest as he holds it.
Backing up his back hits the wall behind him a strong hard thud sends a bone curdling shock through his spine as he is radiating every inch.
His body reverberating in panic shaking in a bought of fear and anxiety the ghost (me) is smiling and he pops into the hallway landing in his face.
He screams his voice bouncing on every wall sounding like a scared little girl makes this even more hilarious because I really don’t give a damn.
Taking a deep breath I sigh scanning every inch am crevice of his body making sure I do not miss a step then racing to meet him head on head.
My hands tighten on to his shoulders tightly pin him to the wall as he realizes his faith is to be my victim I jump into him the minute we make contact.
I could see the struggle on his face with a horrid expression overtaking we roll back and forth on the floor spinning to the edge as we fall down the staircase.
We hit the wall hard knocking us both in to unconscious state as we fall into darkness his eyes close shut and he is left half dead now.
Unbeknownst to him my dear a few of his work pals heard his calls in shouts came to his rescue calling for help and he is taken to a private clinic.
I awaken alive in his body with a soar body engulfing me in a fiery pitch and I slowly try to sit up barely even making it because he is still in there.
Sitting up eventually after a long struggle I greet the mirror staring at back at the image of him the anger building up in him erupts in a huge rage.
The look he gives me as if he can take it all back by leaping through the mirror to tackle me and strangle me to death then pound me to death.
The reaction of deafer comes to him in his eyes I can see his reality holding onto what is left as he as he is in being piloted with cruise control.
I smirk with an evil glare spreading on to my bow plumb pink lips it’s sickening but I took his body for a reason absolute revenge on all mine enemies.
I slip off of the medical slab landing on to my feet the cold floor feels so good under my feet my toes dig in walking towards the mirror.
“What do you want from me? Fuck you!”
“I am your lord and Master now”
“This body is my vessel now “
“STOP IT! RELEASE ME!”
“Why should I bastard?”
“It belongs to me”
“Hell No!”
“I cannot believe for second you ever really loved and experienced life.”
“I have so much and I won’t give it up”
“As if you have a choice “
“I certainly do”
“We all have choices”
“Maybe! You are fool my dear “
“So much more possibilities “
“Yet wasted potential “
“I have always wanted a new life”
“I am starting over “
“Get use to it bitch”
“Mwahahahahaha “
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𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝.
nonidol!ji changmin x afab!reader
2.4k words (HELP it's only this long bc there's like an actual plot low-key 😭💀), smut (minors dni), cunnilingus (face sitting/riding), cum drinking(??), kind of fingering?, kissing, swearing, descriptions of blood/stitching, mentions of violence/fighting/weaponry, changmin's a boxer? fighter dude?, a lot of arguing and banter, use of pet names (spitfire, baby), angst HAHA!
a/n: once again, this was FOR ME. :l if im being so for real tho, i should have made them fuck piv bc that would have actually scratched my itch, but i just had to go and make him injured 🙄
Ji Changmin was stupid.
"You are so—"
"Stupid? Yeah, you've said that five times already."
"—annoying," you finished with a snide, little smile, relishing in the way his pretty eyes rolled. You gave the thread between your fingers a forceful tug through your gritted teeth to snap the end off; a part of you loved the way he flinched.
You and he were currently holed up in the dimly lit space of your bedroom where he was getting blood all over your sheets, and stupidity all over your floor. (Did you say you thought he was stupid yet? No? Well, he was stupid.) The idiot had gone and gotten his stitches ripped out again, which was the exact opposite of what you told him to do.
You stood looming over him between his legs to take a look at his busted shoulder. The last time, he had gone out and gotten it sliced open. That would teach him to bring a gun next time—you shouldn't even talk about his fists. That would make you pop a blood vessel. His damn knuckles were split open like a row of splattered blueberries—blue and purple and ugh.
"When I come home for the day, the last thing I ever plan to do is more work," you muttered to him as you threaded your needle and began stitching up his gash again.
He winced slightly, digging his teeth into his bottom lip. "So you're saying you've never planned to do me?"
You met his eyes for a split second. His eyebrows flicked upward in suggestion; you made a particularly generous piercing into his skin.
"Shit," he hissed, sucking in a breath. "I said I was sorry."
"For what."
"For doing my job—"
Your eyes narrowed into a glare. "Your job? Your fucking job isn't to get the shit beat out of you every other night, Changmin."
"Oh, so you care now?" He fired back.
Your mouth snapped shut and you continued to work quietly. It wasn't like you didn't care about the nitwit, but you weren't about to admit it point-blank. His ears would never hear that you cared that much, but here you were, letting him into your apartment at god knew what time it was to patch him up again. You didn't know why he always came to you. You quit the boxing ring infirmary months ago, and yet, he always ended up at your doorstep.
When he realized you weren't going to say anything, his uninjured arm took your jaw between his fingers. He looked you in the eyes—you saw the dim lighting of the bedside lamp light a fire in his gaze. Or had that always been there? "You care about me."
You tore your head away. "Oh, fuck you."
His grin was wolfish. "Is that an invitation?"
"One day—" you huffed, knotting the thread and tossing the bloodied needle and tweezers onto the nightstand, "—I'm gonna rip you a new one, Ji Changmin. Or maybe you don't need one 'cause you're already a huge asshole."
He gazed at you, and you weren't sure what it was, but he looked enamored. "Fuck—can you just sit on my face already?"
Everything halted for you. "What?"
"Come on, spitfire; you heard me." His head cocked to the side in challenge. "Sit on my face. My arm might be useless, but my tongue sure isn't—"
"I'll be back," you interrupted sharply before your face got any hotter. You could feel his eyes on you as you scurried into the bathroom next door like a little field mouse.
His audacity was going to drive you to insanity one day.
You found the extra package of gauze and bandages in your medicine cabinet, the ones you had forgotten to grab when he'd come stumbling into your bedroom. You weren't sure why you hadn't forced him onto the kitchen counter like usual, but that was a worry for another time.
He was still there waiting for you. Your gloved hands were bloody and there was a pile of tissues on the ground that you would have to clean up later. You returned to your space between his legs and felt his heavy gaze on you as you pressed gauze to his shoulder and began to wrap his arm back up.
"Yn, I'm sorry."
You pressed your lips together, finishing off the wrap with a small pat on the side of his arm. "You're good to go," you said, "now leave so I can clean up."
You were snapping off your gloves when you heard him get up and approach you. "Yn."
"Don't wanna hear it." You kind of did want to hear it, but that wasn't the point. The point was that you needed to stand your ground and ensure he wasn't about to come running back to you every single time he fucked up.
Hands on your shoulders. The world spun for a quick second. He pressed you up against the bathroom door with the gloves dangling from your fingers and your dignity just two seconds away from dropping. You could see the gleam of sweat on his brow, how deep his dimples dipped into his cheeks; you could smell his musk and the blood, the latter having been slightly muffled now that the wound was closed up, but there was still the matter of all the other blood-stained surfaces.
"If this is another thing to get me in bed with you, then you can forget about it," you said. It happened twice before; you really couldn't do it a third time.
"Can you just listen to me for once?"
"Ah, so just like all the times you listened to me?"
Changmin fixed you with a look. "Has it ever fucking occurred to you that I keep getting hurt so I have an excuse to come see you again?"
Your breath hitched. No, that had certainly not occurred to you. But why would he deliberately get hurt all the time just to see you? Could he not just… see you? Then again, you probably would have still been skeptical of his motives—
"No matter how hard I get hit, Yn; no matter how hard you pinch me with your fucking needle—"
"Why?" You asked. Though the word was soft, it was enough to cut through.
He blinked, his good arm bracing against the door behind you. "Isn't it obvious? I like your stupid face."
Your heart slammed against your ribcage. You could hear it thundering in your ears, the battering of a drum. "You're insane," you swallowed.
"Insane about you." He let out something akin to a laugh, head ducking, but you could see the imprint of dimples in his cheeks. "Isn't that crazy? I'm doing all of this shit because I didn't have the balls to just tell you from the get go."
Changmin dropped his hand to your face, the rough pads of his fingers finding your chin again. His eyes met yours and you could see the softness of the corners, the tenderness of his irises as he looked at you. Perhaps the fire you always saw sparked in them were there for a reason different from what you assumed.
"You're not gonna say anything?" He murmured with a swallow. "Not gonna give me a piece of that spitfire mind this time?" Had he read the signs wrong?
"Why would you go and get yourself beat up just to see me?" That was all you were able to get out of your mouth.
He licked his lips. "'Cause I—I don't know. I'm stupid. Wanted an excuse for you to touch me."
"Glad we can agree on something," you said. "But I like your stupid face, too."
And it was the lack of space that coaxed you into pressing your lips against his. Or maybe it was the coat of saliva over them that made them look so appetizing. Or maybe, more simply, this was long overdue. Twice you had fallen into bed with the boxer, and yet, you couldn't count the number of times you'd shared a kiss with him, shared the same air as him.
You were careful about his injured shoulder, the corresponding arm draping around your waist while the other still clutched your chin, but now cupped your cheek.
A moan slipped out of you as he swiped his tongue over your lip and into your mouth. Your back pressed flush against the door, your body shoved between it and Changmin.
"Wanna taste you," he husked between kisses, taking every breath from your lungs like a souvenir for him to keep. "I have to taste you—been craving you for weeks."
His words curled something sweet in your belly, but you had to protest. "Your shoulder—"
"Fuck my shoulder."
You shoved him off for a second, the both of you heaving for oxygen with pupils dark and dilated. "What do you mean 'fuck my shoulder?' I just fixed the stitches, Changmin."
He exhaled and carded a hand through his hair, taking one of your hands pressed to his chest into his. "Then sit on my face. I don't have to be on top this time."
"You're impossible."
"Not impossible," he shook his head, a smile working its way onto his face.
You sighed as he kissed you again.
That was how you ended up backing him up against the edge of your bed and pushing him down to take a seat. He grabbed your waist with his hands as you stood between his legs, lips molded into yours. You placed your palm on his chest to coax him backwards.
You climbed over him, letting yourself straddle his waist.
His fingers slid down the front of your body to cup you through the fabric of your shorts. "You wet for me?" He muttered.
"Bone fucking dry," you quipped.
His fingers slipped beneath the waistband and you felt him smirk. "Liar."
He found the wet spot in your panties, dragging his fingers in lazy circles like he was collecting your arousal as proof. You made a soft noise against his mouth and subtly grinded yourself into his digits.
"Okay, get your cute butt up here," he said and abruptly removed his fingers from you, giving your ass an affectionate pat.
You sat down on the bed beside him to kick your shorts and panties off. "You're so demanding," you grumbled, but straddled him again and slowly inched yourself up.
He grabbed your hips and hauled you over his face for you, a squeak falling out of your mouth. "You were going too slow," he said to you with his voice slightly muffled.
"And I haven't done this before." You let out a shuddering breath, bracing your palms on the bed above his head. His breath on your wet lower lips made you grasp at his hair.
"Baby's a little shy?" He cooed, massaging your hip with his hand. "Oh, fuck me. Sit, Yn."
"I'm literally—oh."
The flat of his tongue pressed against your pussy and licked a generous stripe up your opening.
You swore and grinded yourself down onto his mouth. "Are you—" you gasped, his lips suckling your clit, "—can you even breathe?"
"Why would I wanna breathe? I'm doing just fine," Changmin replied in a heavy daze. You heard him inhale deeply and moan. The sound itself was enough to make your thighs shake around his head.
He prodded your opening with his tongue, fingers digging into the globes of your ass like he was holding a bowl and drinking from it. Tongue fucking you open, his nose bumped against your clit with the movement. That telltale tension slowly built and curled in your belly, a warm coil of something molten.
You weren't sure how he was even curling his tongue so far up into you, but you grappled his strands of hair like reigns and rode him. The pleasure mounting in you was sweet and you were growing desperate—you writhed on top of him, his name engraving itself in your mouth.
"Changmin," you gasped in your frantic chase for release.
His reply was a strong hand anchoring you to his mouth, encouraging you to use him for your own pleasure.
When that high came, you cried out, body staggering forward. His hands still chained you to him as he slurped your slick up. The sound was obscene, and seemed to echo in the walls of your bedroom. Your thighs convulsed from the extra stimulation.
You huffed, brain muddled. "Fucking hell," you said through labored breaths, gently lowering yourself onto the bed next to him when he loosened his grip.
The sight of his face was nearly enough to make you come again. His skin glistened with your come, eyes glazed over and dark as he looked at you with his head lolled to the side. His lips were pink and plump, and his tongue darted out to swipe over them as if he were catching any residual fluid.
"You doing okay over there, Min?" You asked, leaning over to brush his bangs from his forehead.
"Yeah, I'm—" he let out a laugh and his mouth curled into a smile, "—I'm fantastic."
You laughed, hanging your head.
"I've always wanted to do that," he admitted.
"Yeah?"
"Even better than I thought, to be honest."
Your skin heated at his words, and his warm chuckle following sent a jolt down to your core. He reached over with his good arm to thumb your chin up. "I meant what I said, by the way."
"That you're stupid?"
He rolled his eyes, and shook your head with his hand. "No—that I'm crazy about you."
There went your heart again. The organ in your chest never failed to skip every other beat when it came to him. He just had a way of making you trip in the best way possible.
You squeezed your thighs together, his eyes darting at the movement. "Wish you would have just told me sooner."
"I should've," he agreed. "But let me make it up to you now."
You crawled over him and lowered your lips over his; you could still taste yourself on his tongue. "Not with this injured shoulder, you're not."
He groaned in protest, reaching around your body to pinch your side. "Damn."
"But," you drawled while sliding your hand down the length of his body and cupping his cock through his jeans.
His hand grabbed at your thigh as he moaned into your mouth.
"That doesn't mean I can't do anything for you."
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hi, do you still take requests? I would love to see some broken limbs related comfort (does that count as a sick fic?). like mountain helping rain walk cus he lost his crutch or cirrus helping cumulus wash her hair since it's hard to do with a cast on her arm. (implying there's a reason they can't insta heal)
I do still take requests! It just sometimes takes me a really long time to get to them. But this one got my brain whirling.
I haven't written much (any?) of it in the Ghost fandom but I am a big fan of whump (the injury version of a sick fic). So thank you for giving me an opportunity to inflict some pain (and comfort) on our favorites.
Almost 1.2k of Aeon & Swiss hurt/comfort under the cut (no broken bones, because this is what came to me instead).
Aeon loves quintessence. He loves the electric shock of it. The tingling warmth. The way he can ease pain, and loosen muscles with a little press of his fingers. How he chases away Dew's headaches, and Cumulus' lower back pain. How he can loosen up Rain's hips, and Mountain's shoulders with barely a flex of his muscles.
The only thing he hates about it, is the limitations. The fact that he can't do it to himself. Can't turn his power around and soothe his own aches. Most of the time, it isn't a problem. He's flexible, loose, spry. His vessel isn't prone to tense muscles or joint pain--maybe a product of his quintessence nature. He doesn't know.
What he does know, is he's in agony.
Something happened during Square Hammer. He got a little to overzealous with his movements and slipped on errant confetti. Hand coming up to grip the closest thing to him--the edge of Mountain's drum platform. His grip kept him upright, but wrenched on his shoulder as he regained his balence. Forcing an uncomfortable pop in his shoulder that he felt radiate through his entire body. A sickening thud, followed closely by immediate alarm bells in his head. That's not right. Something is wrong.
It didn't hurt--not right away. Too caught up in the sudden wrongness of it. Adrenaline, already pumping through him from the show, dumping into his blood at an alarming rate. He thought he was fine.
The pain started just before the end of the song. A dull ache radiating across his shoulder. Slowly gaining heat and intensity.
Now, he's standing next to Swiss, about to bow, feeling like if he doesn't get off of this stage right now he's going to collapse in front of twenty thousand people.
His stomach twists. The pain is bright and not now. Molten. Deep in his shoulder. Moving it, even just a little, raises a strange sense of dread through his body. Like something at the base of his brainstem knows he shouldn't do that. That catastrophe will happen if he does. Fight or flight directed toward his own body--his own pain.
He wishes he could run from it. That he could just take off--run fast enough to leave this pain on the stage. Spread out and abandoned. Instead it's all he can do to bow without bursting into tears. When Swiss claps his hand over Aeon's shoulder, he winces. Pain drags up his neck, into his skull.
Swiss notices, of course he does. Gaze lingering on Aeon for a second too long. Aeon flushes under his mask--embarassed even though he doesn't know why. He can't see Swiss' eyes but he can picture the way they're narrowing behind those dark lenses. Aeon looks away first, he shrugs it off.
He makes it off stage, into the dressing room, and halfway out of his uniform before the trouble really starts. Everything is fine until he goes to pull his compression shirt off. The vest went fine, and the button up shirt beneath. He'd shrugged them off, letting them fall to the floor in a heap. But now--this--fuck.
He should have just worn the sleeves tonight. He curses himself, looks at the compression sleeves sitting neglected in his trunk. He thought about it--but after a few shows of constantly having to adjust them back up on his arms he'd opted for the full shirt to save him some aggravation.
He swears, under his breath. Glamor rapidly failing him as he feels fangs prick against his lip, and the bite of claws into his palms. He tries to get it under control, grasping at straws for any hint of control, of magic, of relief.
"You ok, Bug?" Swiss is gentle this time when he touches Aeon. Avoiding the shoulder all together and opting for a heavy warm palm on his waist.
Aeon feels panic crawl up his throat, hot and insistent. Filling him with the need to go. To run. To scream. Instead, he whines. Pain breaking out through his clenched teeth.
Swiss stiffens, the usually casual air of his evaporating, replaced with worry. "Aeon."
"I did something--my shoulder," Aeon's cheeks get hot, eyes watering. "It's not getting better. And I can't get my fucking shirt off."
"Let me help." Swiss is gentle when he slips his fingers beneath the compression fabric. Aeon allows himself to be undressed--not much else he can do. He can barely lift his arm, but Swiss manages, gentling the fabric of hot swollen flesh and dropping it onto the ground with everything else.
"Hurts," Aeon says as Swiss looks at his shoulder--investigating without being asked. Aeon wishes Aether were here, he'd at least talk to him while he did this. He'd make Aeon feel better. Swiss just looks, shifts Aeon's arm this way and that like he knows what he's looking for.
"I'm sure it does," Swiss mumbles. Then Aeon feels it--a tiny spark. Quintessence. Just a little. Tenative. Like Swiss isn't used to using it like this. "I'm not Aether, obviously. But I think it's a sprain. You'll be alright."
Aeon feels those words somewhere at his core. Solid. True. Maybe it's Swiss' quintessence. The power of suggestion. But he believes him. Even as the pain rages, barely touched by what little quintessence Swiss has given him. He wants to beg for more, he almost does--but Swiss is still talking.
"....get you dressed and back to the hotel. I'll take care of you."
"You?" Aeon looks up at him.
Swiss laughs, lopsided grin finally slotting back into place. "Yeah, me. Why you hoping for someone else to play nurse?"
"No! No, I just mean--you're not--I figured you had better things to do. Weren't you and Dew going to go to that bar or something? I'll be ok--"
"I know you'll be ok. But I want to help. So let me."
Aeon wants to protest. He knows he's a part of this pack as much as anyone else--has never been lead to believe he isn't. But he's still new, still worries that he's one misstep away from being rejected. But Swiss has never given him a reason to think that, and he looks so earnest when he asks. Wearing his glamor. Looking so startlingly human with warm brown eyes and that crooked smile that always makes Aeon's stomach flip.
Swiss grabs Aeon's t-shirt and holds it out to him--ready to help, and Aeon sags in resignation. He can do it alone--he can take care of himself and battle through this pain without any help. But why would he want to.
"Will you even wash my hair for me?" Aeon asks, half a joke, grinning just for the opportunity to see Swiss grin back.
"Maybe," Swiss laughs, helping Aeon into his t-shirt. "But, I might just dose you with enough quintessence to knock you out so I can go party with Dew."
"You won't," Aeon says, sure. Feeling lighter despite the pain radiating down his arm and into his fingers.
Swiss pulls him close, guides him out of the dressing room with a steady hand on the small of his back. "No," he concedes. "I won't."
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Not our kind of thing
Author: achwieloustig | Artist: Jollyrolls
Posting on Thursday March 21
Dean and Sam are on their way to a hunt in Philadelphia when Cas joins them. They work the case together which is convenient because Dean is not at the top of his game. While figuring out (and repressing) his feelings regarding Cas he just can't concentrate on the case. A case that starts as their usual hunt and ends with them dealing with a completely different kind of evil: human criminals.
Keep reading for a sneak preview!
When Dean woke up he was clinging onto an unmoving body. It took his sleepy brain a few seconds to realize that this body was Cas'. Obviously he scrambled away from him as quickly as humanly possible.
"Hello Dean," Cas said in the same way he always did, which right now was just not appreciated.
"Yes, hello Dean,'' Sam said from somewhere behind Cas. Dean couldn't see him, but he was sure that Sam could see him. Them. And that was even more horrifying than the fact that this whole thing had happened.
He self consciously cleaned away a little pool of drool off Cas' button down. (Not even his coat, no his fucking shirt. He had drooled all over that guys' abs. Someone please kill him, seriously.) Cas didn't seem to mind, but Cas also didn't get anything human really, least of all the concept of embarrassment and maybe privacy. He wouldn't understand that he didn't want to spend one of his more embarrassing moments of the year in his brother's company.
He hoisted himself up on his elbows and looked over Cas' body in order to glare intimidatingly at his brother. Needless to say his brother was not intimidated. In fact, he was the opposite of intimidated, grinning like an absolute asshole. At least one of them was having fun. He had probably taken pictures, that sick fuck. He surely wasn't above collecting blackmail material.
"You have a bit of," Cas made a vague gesture at the area around Dean's mouth. Then he fucking swiped his thumb over the corner of Dean's mouth and then wiped that thumb off on the cheap motel sheets. Dean's mouth fell wide open in shock. Sam was biting his fist, holding back laughter. Cas was content.
Why in god's name was Dean still in that fucking bed? He got out quickly after he had had that thought, blessing his habit of sleeping in yesterday's clothes.
"Personal space Cas, seriously," he said, because he had to say something, however stupid it may be.
Thankfully, Sam pointed out exactly how stupid it was.
"You were the one hugging him, Dean. How about you take your own advice?"
Dean glared at Sam, at the floor, at the back of Cas’ head, but none of these things seemed particularly impressed by him. "Whatever. I'm going to take a shower." He stormed into the bathroom and did not slam the door.
Cas, that bastard could at least have had the decency to pick an ugly vessel.
(continue reading on Ao3 on Thursday March 21)
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Moondrunk Monster Part 3 (ghost x reader)
You're a retired combat medic that made a mistake, costing you your cushy office job. As punishment, you're sent to an active war zone, where you meet the 141, a squad of werewolves that slowly accept you as their own. (I know, I know I'm bad at summarizing)
it's a slowburn guys but I promise there will be smut in the future. Read part two here
Part 3
Warnings: violence, war, death, injury and pain.
You had forgotten how brutal war was.
The day had started out early and anxious. Graves strode in your tent and tossed you a bulletproof vest and a rifle, saying something about a little trip.
A quick in and out, he had said, fetching a war criminal from a nearby town and patching him up well enough to ship back to the States for something Graves called “negotiations,” air quotes included.
You were to stay in the armored humvee from beginning to end, your only job was to make sure this war criminal was fit enough to make the long flight back to the states.
That was all good and well. In fact, the humvee even managed to make it to the airport to drop off the patched up criminal and half-way back to base before you ran into trouble.
The trouble being half a dozen hostiles trailing you in trucks fitted with deadly weapons. Within a few seconds, the driver had his brains blown out against the dash and your humvee was flying through the air, flipping down a steep hillside.
You might have even screamed, the sound lost by the noise of crunching metal and bullets.
The humvee came to a stop abruptly, your shoulder wrenching against the door as it settled on its top.
You took a sharp breath, blood rushing to your brain as your seatbelt jerked painfully against your stomach. The driver was gone, his corpse thrown from the wreckage mid-roll.
Graves dangled beside you, his blonde hair slick with blood from a nasty cut on his temple, glass shards peppering his skin like buckshot.
“Captain,” you managed, your hands shaking as you reached for his shoulder. “Captain! We have to get out.”
He was alive, but dazed, his blue eyes red with burst blood vessels. You cut yourself down first, then him, dragging him out of the crumpled remains of your humvee on shaky legs.
The remaining vehicle of your squad was still uphill, keeping the fight from reaching the two of you.
Base was still fifteen minutes away.
A lot can happen in fifteen minutes.
A man pops out from a nearby copse of trees, sending a bullet your way before you manage to duck down and send one right back. It was quick, his head snapped back as he crumpled like a doll with its strings cut.
It’s the first time you’ve taken a life in years and you barely think about it, dragging Graves over your shoulder and making for a metal shed behind the trees. The humvee could blow at any time, and it’s best to be behind something when it does.
He groans, stirring as you dump him on the hard, straw floor. It was a cattle shed, the remains of this morning’s hay breakfast in the corner. You kicked it away and crouched beside the wall, peeking out at the chaos with your rifle pressed into your shoulder.
Your squad was winning, two of the three weaponized trucks overturned and burning while men scattered from the blaze like ants. The other humvee was still upright, Graves’ men clearing out the rest of the hostiles from behind its armored doors.
Instinct took hold, settling over your brain like a blanket. Stay alive, get Graves back to base.
He groaned, hand coming up to touch the nasty wound on his temple. “Doc? What the fuck is going on?”
“Don’t speak, Captain,” you said calmly, bending to wrap a band of gauze around his head, tucking it neatly into itself. You kept one eye on the entrance for stragglers, adrenaline making your fingers tremble. “You’ve hurt your head, sir.”
Graves blinked up at you groggily before keeling over, heaving into the hay.
That wasn’t a good sign. You slid back into position, but the fight was already over, Graves’ men yanking hostiles out of the vehicles as they burned. They flooded the area where your humvee crashed, looking for Graves.
“Over here!” You shouted, standing. You helped Graves to his feet, shouldering his weight as he wiped sticky strands of sick from his chin. “Steady sir, it’s over.”
Sargent Harrison hurried over, his face slack with relief as he shouldered his captain’s other side. “Shit, doc, we thought you two were burned up already.” The others surrounded you like coyotes around a carcass, filthy and panting with adrenaline. You thought of the 141, despite the fact that they were off on some secret mission miles away.
Soap was going to be pissed that this much action happened while he was gone.
“Doc saved my ass,” Graves slurred, squinting in the sharp sunlight. “I think.”
“I did, sir,” you said wryly, wiping the blood out of his eyes with your sleeve. “I think he got the worst of it, other than the driver. We need to get back to base so I can examine his head.”
Harrison nodded, barking orders as Graves sagged against you, pale eyelashes fluttering. Your shoulder burned, a warning that you hadn’t gotten out of the crash scot-free.
Things went quick after that, you and Graves being quickly stuffed into the remaining humvee with half the squad while Harrison stayed back with the rest. They were going to wait for an evac from base.
Base was buzzing when you returned, a dozen hands helping you set up Graves on a stretcher while the rest of the injured went to the other medics. It was all a blur, Avon forcing you in a chair while he stripped you of your vest and overshirt, revealing a nasty-looking shoulder that looked as if someone had taken a baseball bat to you.
You brushed your fingers against the new bruises, the skin puffy and swollen. The swell of pain took you off guard, hissing between your teeth as Avon eyed the obvious difference in height between your shoulders.
“Dislocated,” he said simply, as practical as always.
A patient of yours limped over to inspect the yellowing flesh, sucking on her broken teeth. “Fuck, doc, that looks bad,” she said, smirking even as it tugged on the sizeable gash through her cheek.
“That’s the pot and the kettle, Shane,” you said, trying to smile but failing when Avon gripped your elbow and wrist. Your mouth watered, nauseous with pain. “God, that hurts.”
Avon passed you the leather strap. “We’ve got to set it,” he said as you put the strap between your teeth. “I have a suspicion there’s torn ligaments as well, but we can’t address those while your arm is out of socket.”
“Get it over with.”
Avon nodded, barely giving you a moment to think about the pain before he jerked with a sickening crunch.
Shane made a noise, turning away from the scene with a green face. A little hypocritical, you thought, considering you were the one that had to sew her cheek back together.
You bit down on the strap hard, teeth creaking with the force to keep from screaming. Old wounds resurfaced, scar tissue from Donny, bullet holes and burns–it was like relieving it all. Tears trickled down your cheek.
“Hey, hey, what the fuck is going on here?”
Soap shoved his way into your tent, Ghost at his heels.
You groaned, spitting out the strap. “God, you just had to come in right when I’m having a moment.”
Avon smeared cool pain reliever cream over your shoulder, tugging your shirt back over where your bra and stomach had been exposed. You were grateful–you weren’t sure if you wanted Ghost to see how out of shape you really were.
“That looked like it hurt like a bitch,” Shane said, reaching over to gently move the hair out of your eyes. “You alright, doc?”
You tried to nod, but winced.
Soap nudged into your line of sight, loyal as always. “We heard something went down with Graves, so we came right back.” He was filthy–they both were, smeared with dirt and a variety of other things.
“Dislocated shoulder, Johnny,” you said, tipping your head back against the wall. “Nothing serious. Graves got his bell rang pretty good though.”
Ghost stepped closer, his spine stiff as a board. For a werewolf, he reminded you of a cat, always so wary of things. “Looks like you were at the business end of a truck, love.” His voice was deeper than usual, an edge to it. His hand twitched like he wanted to touch you.
“You’re not wrong, LT, humvee flipped,” you said, biting at your lip as Avon tied together a sling for your arm.
“I’m gonna come back later to give you a proper once over, but for now I want you to take three of these,” he shook a bottle of pain killer in your direction. “And not move from bed. I’m serious, if I see you so much as lift a fucking finger I will tie you to this chair.”
You smiled blearily at him, delirious with pain. “Yessir.”
“We’ll watch her,” Soap said, his tone more serious than you had ever heard it. “Ghost, you want a shower first?”
Ghost shook his head. “Go ahead, Johnny. I’ll keep an eye on her.”
That was ominous. You pushed yourself to your feet, planning on crashing on one of your cots, but before you could take a step a wide hand grabbed you by the hip.
“Steady,” Ghost grumbled, lifting you onto the cot as easily as if you were a child. Your hip burned, the heat of his palm soaking through your pants.
You winced as you sat back against the uncomfortable pillow, accepting the water and pills Ghost handed you.
Avon raised his brow at both of you, his mouth twitching. “Right, well, I’ll be back soon. Hang tight.”
Soap gave you a reassuring smile and followed him out, probably aching to scrub the sand and muck out of his hair.
Shane took the cot beside yours, flipping open one of your grungy paperbacks. She patted your knee. “See, doc, now you’re one of us.”
Ghost knelt at your feet and began untying your boots, his gloved hands quick and precise. You blinked at him, “LT, don’t worry about it, these cots see so much worse than my boots.”
“Shut up,” he said, shucking one off before moving onto the next.
It was the twilight zone, truly. Ghost settled himself into the chair across from your cot, gesturing for Shane to toss him another one of your novels.
The meds took effect quickly, your head spinning as you stared at the ceiling. Pain melted into something else, something that led you into sleep with a steady hand.
Ghost watched over you as you faded off to sleep, his dark stare oddly comforting. Like having a doberman sleeping at the foot of your bed.
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The Midnight Snack
An Alistar x Kanai non-canon Snz Fic
A Threequel to:
“The Gathering” & “The Happy Ending”
⚠️Content Warning⚠️
Snz Fet, Fluff, Persuasion, Contagion, Smut
Author’s Notes: Idk how I let you guys so easily talk me into new fics when my requests are closed and I have so many other things I need to write but…UNCLE FUCKING CHRIST I LOVE YOU INSATIABLE GREMLINS OF SNZ. Here we are with a third part??? Already? So quickly? Who am I??? A brand new bitch. Anyway. A third to a fic I only thought I’d write one and be done with? Wild. THIS IS A THREEQUEL TO “The Gathering” & “The Happy Ending” in order to understand context, go to my blog and read those first! Id link them, but I’m lazy. 🤷🏼♀️ Here we go! Nai’s turn 🥳 @aller-geez Owns Draeko and Kanai, and did the art!
Description: Al wakes up in the middle of the night, still sicker than ever. He finds a way to snag his best friend’s attention…and talk him into a little late night, snack.
It was just past midnight, Draeko was fast asleep, conked, splayed out on his back. Mouth wide open, but still just as cute as he always was. He was actually taking up too much room, however, and he wound up pushing the demon he was bed-sharing with, off it. Alistar fell to the floor with a loud thud, groaning lowly as the fond fog of sleep escaped him. Suddenly extremely aware, and reminded by how sick he was still. His body was wet, slick with sweat and his sinuses were full. Weak and shaky. He couldn’t breathe out his nose, and his eyes felt heavier than usual when he was awakened. Exhaustion never felt so exhausting.
Alistar slowly came to a stand, swaying back and forth in his boxer briefs, the dizziness taking him in a chokehold. “Water….” He muttered dryly looking around the room only to find empty water bottles and nothing worth quenching his thirst. He would have to go to the kitchen. The redhead stumbled slowly through the apartment, and into the dining room where he was met with an ever wide awake Kanai. Glued to his screen. “You’re still up?” He asked with a slow blink of his squinting black eyes, trying to adjust to the brightened beams of the overhead lighting.
The Navy haired demon looked up, and made eye contact with his pathetic looking best friend. “I am…I’m surprised you aren’t sleeping off your ailments,” cocking his head to a slight angle as he looked over the red head with curiosity.
“Yeah…the pet quite literally scooted me out the bed…came to get some water…” he yawned over once that followed with a sharp, abrasive cough. The hound winced at the scene.
“Do that, your throat sounds very dry, Donnie,” the hellion spoke certainly before his gaze went back into his research. Alistar went to open his mouth, but closed it again with a loud snarf.
“Hm,” he responded, if one could say that. Alistar then made his way into the kitchen, and pulled the fridge open in one motion. It took him a second to register through the different items before he spotted a fresh bottle of water. The one thing that was inconvenient was having to hydrate the vessel. Drinking water wasn’t customary in hell.
In fact, it had been such a problem, Al ended up in critical condition several times from dehydration. Kanai had to set alarms to remind the demon to drink water. By now, it was starting to become more routine to actually hydrate but, it felt like such a stupid task to perform. The redhead snagged the bottle of liquid and shut the fridge door. He quickly snapped the lid off and pressed the bottle to his chapped pierced lips. Chugging half the bottle as much as he was capable without being able to breathe in the process. He pulled the bottle from his mouth and gasped loudly as he swallowed. “Fuck…” he heaved for a few moments, catching his breath.
Lazily, he screwed the cap back on and carried it out with him back to the dining room. Kanai did not look up this time though he could feel the presence of the other now, his duo colored, blacked eyes scanned the illuminated words before him. Al leaned against the doorway, watching the hound carefully. His head thudded painfully, his skull feeling far too big for the flesh on his head. He squinted, trying to will the pounding away. “Nai?”
“Yes, Donnie?” The hound responded, still not looking up from his current project at hand.
“Will you rub my head?” Bringing the butt end of his palm to his left hand temple, he ground into it, hoping to relieve the pressure. It just wasn’t the same when it was from one’s own inflicting. Now the navy haired male looked up and cocked a brow, eyes scanning over the sore features of his friend’s face. He shrugged his shoulders and slid back in his chair, patting the space between his legs. Without missing a beat, Alistar quickly made hast and made his way over to make himself comfortable between the hound’s open legs. He was wearing a long black band tee with loose grey sweatpants, a lazy fit that he either never changed from the night before, or specifically put on to lounge and research in. Either way, Al found it endearing.
The red head settling in, his shoulders squeezed by each one of Nai’s slender knees. The pressure was comforting. In a few short seconds, and after a few clicks, a video began to play. While it did, the hellion brought both his grey hands to the mess of Al’s loose red hair. Normally in a ponytail, but down and free for the night. His fingers tangled within the damp threads to reach the sides of Alistar’s head, he pressed his prints down, rubbing small individual circles with his digits. The demon groaned with pleasure allowing his neck to loosen and fall back into the sensation.
As the video played, discussing the deeper theoretics to physical and psychological bonding between humans, the hound watched closely as his fingers dug into his friend’s skull. Moving in short calculated circles on each side of the anti-Christ’s temples. “S’good Donnie?” Asking distractedly while his eyes watched the screen closely.
“Mhmmm….” The redhead melted into a puddle but the more he began to relax, the stronger that familiar, delightful tickle presented itself inside his frontal sinuses. “hE..hH…” he struggled and stuttered.
“Just let it out, Al,” The hound told him lazily, his hands still roughly mulling and pushing into the demon’s skull.
“HehH’eEZSCHhh’iiEW…..” Alistar sneezed into the palm of his open hands, a cloud of mistral spit coating the surface of his blackened skin. “Ooff…”
“That was a big one,” Kanai ruffled his palm through the demon’s red hair now. He looked down, and Al looked up, their eyes met and the anti-Christ smirked, lifting his brows suggestively.
“Want to try it?” The redhead braved the question, not sure he could canoodle his way through Kanai’s current train of all night deep dives…but he was going to fucking try.
“What?” The hound asked curiously tilting his head as he continued to gaze down lifelessly at his best friend.
“Sneezing and fucking,” Alistar responded back with an air of causality that continued to draw the other in. Playing on the hound’s innate need for exploration.
“Why?” Furrowing his brows with slight confusion now. What was the purpose?
“It feels REALLY good,” The demon continued through his powers of persuasion, his lips pulling up into a half smirk before licking them once.
“But I’m not sneezing,” Kanai now frowned, realizing the flaw to this plan already.
“Not YET…” Al held up a finger, drawing attention back onto the metaphorical drawing board.
“It would take a while…” the grey skinned man responded flatly but only because he was teetering the edge of thought, contemplating his desire to experience more feelings.
“Well listen, we could both benefit from this research,” Alistar continued, he was going to go down without a fight and he could already seen the hound weighing thinner the longer they kept on the topic.
“Okay, so it’s research?” Kanai raised a thin brow in his response, voice still flat with a slight hitch of interest.
“Yes,” The redhead grinned, a hint of mischief gleamed behind his black holes. Now he had Kanai right where he wanted him.
“Okay,” Now he was listening attentively, his fingers unconsciously continued to rub and dig at the other’s tense skull. It seemed to starve off the burning sensations that cause the anti-Christ to explode.
“I want to know what it feels like to be the one getting fucked while sneezing…you know, what’s that like? The FEELING..” Alistar emphasizes on the right words to keep his friend’s attention, and consideration.
“Okay…?” In a certain light, Alistar could see Kanai slipping away, but still holding on for dear life as he was always desperate to understand the redhead.
“Yes, and in order for you to also experience that feeling, you’d need to get sick,” Al continued his explanation, knowing somewhere through, he would get him fully back again.
“Right,” Kanai responded with a confident nod. Like a train on time, he was at the station, Alistar felt excitement bubbling up from within his lower stomach.
“Two BIRDS, Kanai, one stone,” too excited, the redhead threw him a curve ball, hoping his time on earth and influence may have caught up by now.
“What birds? Why a stone?” The Navy haired hellion was lost again. Alistar slapped his hand to his forehead, regretting it instantly as his brain rang around inside his skull like a giant gong.
“No…Uncle Fucking Christ…It’s a human metaphor…two problems solved with one solution…I’m sick now..you fuck me, get sick by tomorrow…follow?” He spelled it out a little more easily for him now. Kanai squinted but then nodded his head quickly in understanding, signaling to Alistar he was back in the game. Just still a little confused about the end plan.
“Following, not entirely sure where it’s leading,” he replied back honestly. Yet, it was still progress Al needed to continue.
“You get sick, I fuck YOU, boom, now you know the feeling, RESEARCH, Complete,” he pointed at Kanai, then himself, then back at Kanai and made an explosion motion with his opening fist.
“Hmm..” He sat on it for a second, he calculated the experience. Though carnal sexual experiments weren’t on his top ventures of research, he certainly wasn’t against them. Humans were incredibly sexual beings. Often he wanted to understand the nuances behind different kinks and concepts. Sexual experiences were half of what being human was about, for those that weren’t asexual that is! Fascinating the world is…he almost trailed out of the room on the topic. He did however, circle back and found himself leaning into his curiosity.
“Eh? Eh??” Alistar chimed in, knowing the distant look in Nai’s gaze meant he was wandering in a mind maze.
“Okay, yes,” Quickly he made his decision, nodding his head to match his verbal consent, and Alistar was in. Oh man, dessert had never been so sweet. The demon was a glutton for sex, compared to the other. He wanted it all the time, every way. There was no wrong way to have sex EXCEPT, without consent. You’d think as a demon it would be the opposite. Nope.
He had felt the indescribable sensations of being tightly wrapped around Drae’s hole while he blew his nose off the surface of his face. Now he would get the opposite feeling, he wanted to be stuffed to the brim, the ultimate feeling of fullness. It had to be phenomenal.
“Amazing…” truthfully, it was. Alistar was beyond excited as his throat burned and prickled with anticipation. Draeko couldn’t top him, even if he mustered the courage, Alistar couldn’t take him seriously enough. Kanai was perfect. They’d already done so a million times, so he knew it would be good. No one else in the group would give him the time of day…quick fix? Kanai. Good fix. Reliable. Loyal. He bit his lower lip, sucking on it once while Kanai searched the red head’s gaze.
“Don’t just stare at me, dude, fuck me,” rolling his eyes impatiently, he may be bottoming but he was still very much going to be doing all the bossing around. The navy haired hellion smirked lifelessly, but with that sparkle Al recognized only from hell.
“Of course, Donnie…” he replied, wrapping his hand around the underside of Alistar’s jaw gripping it to lift him from his spot on the ground. The demon gasped, his throat tightened and it triggered something buried. No longer was it held dormant by the stress relief of a massage. Like a kinked hose now, he lifted Al into his lap and as he was straddled, Kanai forced Al’s face down into a hard, aggressive kiss. Their tongues slid together quickly, rushed, and furious. The two fought ferociously for dominance, neither wishing to give up the feat but Al ground himself needlessly into the hound’s lap bucking lap. Almost throwing Kanai completely off his win.
The hound parted their lips and took a fistful of Alistar’s bright crimson locks, pulling his face back to look at the brightened light on the ceiling above him. “Go on now, Donnie, the floor is yours…” he let out a breathless chuckle. A joke he personally felt like he nailed, but his opportunity to bask in it fell short before the redhead’s body trembled and twitched. His chest collapsed and rose with such quickness, Nai looked between it and the hellion’s jarring maw.
“HEHH’DZSCHh’iEEW!” He blew out fast, and without much time or means to be polite, he sneezed into his friend’s unsuspecting face. Kanai blinked a few times feeling the new arrival of wetness hit him so suddenly in a fine mist, a few dense drops included.
“Wow…yours are very loud compared to Luciftias…” the hound noted outwardly, Alistar blushed as his thighs tightened around Kanai’s haunches.
“Bad thing? SnNdfF….” The redhead asked curiously, looking downward at his friend from the still ‘pulled hair’ position, blackened scleras half lidded.
“No…curious to how it’ll feel when you tighten up around me though,” the navy haired hellion spoke earnestly while trailing his free hand up the back of Al’s spinal chord. He shivered, gritting his teeth and rolling his shadow orbs behind his skull. He ground his hips with hungry force downward into the other’s lap, already feeling Kanai’s length growing hard in his sweats. It felt so prominent from the thin material of his own boxers, but not enough to satisfy. Just a tease.
“Oh, man, it’s gonna…Hh…feel so goHOuhd Hhah’AETSHH!” This time he aimed himself to the side, trying to have some shred of decency as this one sent his body rocking aimlessly against the other. His nose dripped and his mouth was so numb that he couldn’t even feel it. Kanai reached up and thoughtfully, wiped the ick from his face then onto the side of his pants.
“I concur,” his hand now slid up to grip the back of Al’s neck, his grasp was tight, sharp nails dug painfully into the flesh there. From two points of his head he was being forced in the position to stare at the light, that burning, triggering light. What was it about the brightness that just sent one into oblivion?
“Fuck, Nai…” he growled hoarsely, snuffling loudly afterwards. Alistar, in solid calculated motions, rolled his hips in tight circles wanting so badly to feel the slightly shorter man’s thick length, pulsating through him while his sinuses had their way with him. Kanai, on the other hand, as pheromones and hormones started to over take him, let go of the demon, momentarily. Only to pick him up by his thighs, shoving his laptop out the way using Al’s body, he forced him onto the table.
“Oooh some fire in your fucking loins…that’s it Nai, you want this….you want my cold…yo-HiH’AESSH’UE! Heh’TZsch!” Blasting inconveniently over Kanai’s face once more but this time the hellion simply licked the wet substance from his mouth. Unfazed by the assault.
“I want it…” the hound rumbled from deep within his chest as his hands began to claw the other’s boxers from off his body, tossing them across the room. Alistar sneered, sniffling twice, loudly to needlessly try and clear himself enough to breathe through his nose, watching Kanai through glossy, watering black holes. No such luck when he only found his snuffs increased the endless prickle that danced up and down his face and throat.
“Hh..hah..” Kanai crashed their mouths back together in an aggressive motion, swapping those fresh bacterium and swallowing the hellion’s incoming sneeze. So the hound thought. Yet through the roughened kiss, it persisted. His nose trickled between the mess of saliva that swapped between the two. Hands violently gripped at each other’s arms…legs…Kanai stood between the redhead’s thighs. He gripped them, almost for support, or almost, as if he intended to rip them clean off his friend’s body. Alistar groaned animalisticaly as he pulled on Nai’s lower lip. “Hheh’EZSCH!” Again, the onslaught of facial blows never ceased, it was certain within a few hours Kanai would be crawling out of his room with a fever that was inhuman. Al sat back to look upon the mess he made, chuckling with snarky satisfaction. Nai smirked, and brought up a thumb to wipe at the wet on his lip.
“So messy, you are, Alistar,” breaking the silence between the sound of staggered breaths.
“Just making sure I’m thorough, friend,” he winked his leaking blackened eye with a flirtatious smirk. The hound scoffed, and then he looked down at the red head’s exposed, hardened length, and swiftly, spit in his hand. Taking hold of the desperate cock, and slowly twisting his palm around it.
“Very kind..we don’t want to miss a bird…did I get that right?” Kanai’s voice was smooth, like room temperature butter onto crispy toasted bread. Almost like he became more composed as Alistar began to unravel.
“A-ah…yo-..hnn..sure did…” the red headed demon gritted through his clenched teeth now, hips involuntarily bucking against Kanai’s skilled working hand.
“Very good,” the hound whispered with a seductive husk, only causing the anti-Christ to slip further into pleasure as he released his control to him. He loosened under the sheer pleasant motions, his clogged up sinuses only turned harder against him. So they thought…If sneezes were sentient.
“Hah~…Hnn…Hh’HTSSCZH!” He flung a few inches forward by the sheer force of it, biting his lower lip hard he snuffed and snorted. “SNDF!” It felt so unbelievably good, a mini release as the hound tugged on his aching cock.
“Don’t waste them all before I’m even inside, Donnie…you’ll be very displeased,” licking his own lips now, Kanai was watching closely to the pleasant twists and turns of his partner’s pleasured expressions.
“Oh shit…don’t fuckin’ say tha—-HAH..TZSCHH!” Involuntarily another shot out, the more his pleasure increased it seemed the more persistent it became as Nai’s hand twisted, and squeezed around him. The Navy haired demon now slightly concerned his friend would run out of viral steam if he didn’t speed this up. To Al’s dismay, Kanai removed his hand long enough to pull his sweats down for just a few moments, as he untucked his own throbbing erection from behind the material.
“We shouldn’t waste anymore time, should we ?” Kanai taking his friend’s current state as a signal to move forward in the task at hand. Alistar’s experience. The red head was greeted with a sudden sense of clarity as his cock twitched in open air, he reached forward and gripped Kanai tightly by his left hip, bringing him closer. While looking down, he squinted a watering eye and then hocked a fat lump of spit across the tip of the other’s length.
Alistar reached down between them and took the moistened length in his open grip, sliding the saliva to coat it around every corner of the flesh, while Kanai’s head bobbed, struggling to stay upright in this motion. Eventually, the hound snapped his head back up, his gaze falling over Al’s as their eyes locked. He gripped the redhead’s flame cladden wrist and tossed it off his dick, before gripping Al’s thighs tightly. He spread them apart and pulled him closer to the edge of the table to expose his waiting hole.
“That’s right you’re going to fuck that tight ass, aren’t you, Nai?” It was hard to ignore his hormonal desires within, but they were burning like the many fires bursting inside of him. His nose continued to tickle, and he was closer to another. Almost he could taste it, metallic. He moaned low in his aching throat.
“I am…I need to now,” The hell hound grunted, jaw clenching as he pressed himself at Al’s entrance, prodding impatiently. Losing his sense of collectiveness he was nothing more than an animal subject to his natural desires.
“Yeah, Nai? You need to? Prove to me how bad you need it, my friend” Alistar reached up behind Kanai and gripped a handful of Navy blue locks, pulling their sweating foreheads together in a rough motion.
“With pleasure…Donnie..” Nai huffed breathlessly before he pushed himself fully inside, sheathed within the tightened entrance, and stayed soaking there as the redhead let out a hoarse grunt. “Come on Al, give it a go….” Slowly, at the pace of a sloth crossing the street he began to pull his length out and Al, between this pleasurable feeling and allowing the build within him rise, opened his jaw involuntarily.
“Eh’Hih’TSZZCH! HIH’T-CHS’UH!” In perfectly timed rhythm, Kanai pushed himself back in, and slammed full hilt.
“How’s it…A-Al?” He managed through a clenched jaw, his muscles flexing at the strain of such a tight fit.
“F-Fucking Amazi-ng…Nai…Don’t stop, I swea-Hh’hih… I’ll kill yo- H’TDZSCH! you…” like a broken dam, the flood gate came undone, he pushed his hips outward to meet with each powerful thrust, leg clasped around one of the hound’s rocking hips to forcefully increase the pace. “HARDER,” he hissed, to which the other hellion responded accordingly, with a breathless sneer.
“Yes, Sir,” he replied smoothly, if not with a slightly muted groan, his length felt incredible, tightened and squeezed so much more abruptly when the demon was fitting. “You’re so …much..tighter…Al…” he grunted as he continued to throw himself inside from each pull outward. His shaking grey hands gripped with an impeccably strong force against Al’s thighs, his skin there reddening with each passing second. It only added to the challenge as Nai’s grip made it harder for Alistar to meet each thrust, almost edging his impeding release.
“I can-… Huh’AESSH’ue! H’hH’EezSCH! can’t wait to feel you tomorrow…” continuing the thought regardless of the messy particles of spit and sick that spilled between then, hitting every square space of flesh within it’s wake.
“I’m…going to cum, Al,” the hound warned, his grip only getting tighter, his groin twisting as his hips began to thrust with less calculated movements. Alistar brought a hand behind Kanai, pushing him deeper, as if it were possible. Just brushing against his prostrate, Alistar took hold of his leaking, impatient cock and began to stroke to each thrusting motion.
“Just hold on…I’m almost..Al-m…Hh’Hah..” he now peered back up at the ceiling light, needing just a little help getting there…but ol’ reliable never fails as he felt that same, erotic, masterful feeling. Like when your foot falls asleep, that same static electricity that trickled through the nerves, but instead it’s in your face. The redhead stuttered, his body clenched as the onslaught of Kanai’s thrusting length struck his magic chord, and his hand tugged despairingly at his own overstimulated cock. “HH’HEHTZSCH!” A three in one opportunity, Alistar sneezed, and came hard in short strands all over his tired digits.
Kanai now, as well, grunting with force, hips slapping to full hilt before he spilled over inside the insistent demon. They both huffed, and puffed, Alistar sniffled, snorted and snuffed. “Snddddfff,”
“Well…” Kanai almost gasped, pulling his spent cock from the inside of his best friend’s now leaking hole. He leaned against the table, both palms gripping the edge as he caught himself up to sane levels of thought.
“Well….” The crimson haired demon replied with his own breathless expression.
“How was it?” Standing up straight, the hound now tucked his soaked, softening shaft back under the hem of his sweatpants, Al taking this opportunity to hop off the table and take hold of the water bottle he originally brought in.
“Phenomenal, Kanai, you gotta try that,” pausing between catching his breath to account his feelings on the experience.
“We shall see later this day, won’t we?” Responding in his usual dry, monotonous fashion, seemingly having regulated himself enough to speak more coherently.
“We shall…snnddfff..” regardless of the high he was currently riding, Alistar was still unrelieved of having this illness. Though he did feel a thousand times lighter the same way he did with Drae earlier. Ah yes, this was the life. Variety.
“I am not looking forward to that part though…” Kanai referred to the dripping of Al’s nose and wild sniffling to get any real sense of air.
“You get used to it…” the red head shrugged his shoulders simply, he began to work at the lid of his water bottle again, unscrewing it off completely with a twist of his index and thumb.
“Sure…I’m going to go shower now,” Nai much more exhausted now than he had been originally, turned from the chair and began to walk towards the hallway of rooms.
“Hmm..enjoy, I’m gonna chug the rest of this water and, try to sleep…” he yawned but it only all too quickly followed with a loud painful hacking cough. He hit his chest with a closed fist to clear his throat enough that he could take a sip of his water and sooth the onslaught.
“Good luck resting, Donnie,” Kanai yawned waving behind, stretching his shoulders before he turned in the direction of the hall.
“See you tomorrow to complete our research,” Al responded back, running his hand through sweaty locks of red hair.
“See you tomorrow,” And then the hell hound disappeared, retiring to clean himself up in preparation for the day’s later activities.
The End
Author’s Notes: I’ll have you know before I was even halfway done with this piece, Geezie came up with an idea for a FOURTH installment to this series….so yeah. It’s coming if you couldn’t tell behind Al and Nai’s conversation 🫣🫨 First accidental Snz Series when I had my first snz series planned already….but I guess I’ll just have to do both. 🤷🏼♀️
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i just want to say its insane that this is the best blog AND the best ao3 account. unfair. also i scrolled here forever and came across that art of priest sam and now i'm thinking about what if sam ran off to join the priesthood if he didn't get into stanford...... i don't even know if that's a thing in the 21st century but omg.... dean breaking into a church rectory to steal him back from god....... calling him father to be a dick but also bc...
HOLY SHIT????
um--thank you so much??? omg??? i'm crying?
the best is crazy, considering there are so many incredibly talented and hilarious bloggers that make up our community, and i'm so glad to be part of them! thank you!!!!!! i'm so honoured you like our blog and my fanfic!!! that means the world!!!!! <3 charlotte also says thank you sm!
and yes! priest!sam makes me bark like a fucking dog bc it makes sense! sam, at college, tormented by visions and unsure why walking past the stanford memorial church in the middle of the quad makes his feet burn.
whenever he blesses himself with holy water, it leaves faint red marks on his forehead for the rest of the day that he covers with his bangs. salt really seasons his food, and he can immediately tell if someone put it on his meal.
and he loves jess--he does, so much it hurts--but he can't live like this, not anymore. he applies to seminary school (you have to be at least twenty-five (or twenty-four if you get it waived) to become a priest but let's ignore that for now!) and only gets in because his local priest advocates for him to the diocese. for some reason, his application keeps getting lost, no matter how many times he turns it in. it just vanishes.
he doesn't know that what's inside of him is evil, yet, but he remembers looking at dean sometimes and having to look away because dean seemed bright, physically bright, and it hurt his eyes. he thought it was misplaced lust, that burning in his skin, but remembers that painting of galahad, of glorious light and purpose and purity and knows that he wants that.
he feels it, when he undergoes orders, the burning in his blood, his weak knees as he kneels on marble, like he's going to be sick, and he's overjoyed, because that must mean that he's being cleansed of every unholy thought, every unholy cell in his body. the holy oil they smear on his hands moves on its own into circles on his palms, quarter-sized dots that sizzle.
sam tucks his fingers into his palms and pretends that he can't see the similar wounds on the crucifix, the stigmata that are a garish red on christ turning into silver scars on sam's hands, scars that ache or burn when he cleans the holy vessels or touches the sacrament.
he gets assigned to the smallest church in the diocese. he's happy enough, and finds peace in the quiet, in connecting with the people in the parish and the spartan way of life--no distractions, no decorations, just a purpose, a holy purpose. he gets restless sometimes, the lack of mental stimulation driving him crazy, so he prays to god to remove this weakness in him. he prays to god when he sweeps the floor and when he organizes the soup kitchen donations and when he brushes his teeth.
he's closing up one night when he sees a man in one of the pews in the darkened sanctuary. he approaches slowly, and asks softly, 'can i help you?'
and the man doesn't turn around, when he says, 'i had a brother, once.' and sam fucking freezes in his steps because he dreams about this voice sometimes, dreams of this man's hands on him and knows that his job isn't done yet, know that he's not cleansed of all the rot inside of himself, because this man remains.
and dean's smile is liquid and oily when he turns around, and says, 'but now our family's got two fathers.'
and sam's lost, the second he looks into dean's eyes, the exact shade forgotten until this moment, and sam's feet ache in his shoes like they always do on church grounds--on hallowed ground--, and dean fucking glows, and sam can see the shadows he casts, and sam's eyes burn.
one of them is holy, one of them is approved by god.
and it's never been sam. it never will be.
god doesn't want him.
but dean does. dean always does.
goddamn this ran away with me. do i need to write a priest!sam fic?? much to think about. thank you for this lovely ask anon!!!! and thank you again for your kind words!!!!!! <3
happy wincest wednesday!
-lizzy
#kissing this anon on both cheeks#lizzy writes#ask box#lizzy answers#priest!sam#priest sam winchester#boy king of hell sam winchester#wincest wednesday
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headcannons for how top!hannibal would react to blissed out will underneath him after he fought to be top but evidently failed?
Uhh, love this one.
I love to imagine them having a disagreement, most likely Will getting sulky about something, and Hannibal being ever so patient for awhile but then eventually gets fed up with it and decides to fuck the sulking out of him. Maybe they were having dinner, Will was being extremely sullen, not looking at him, rolling his eyes, sighing loudly, giving ignorant answers. So perhaps something like:
“Red or white?” Hannibal asks as he reaches for the wine glasses.
“None.” Will says without looking at him, getting up from the dining table.
Ugh, that is absolutely it. Hannibal’s had enough of it. He watches as Will walks up and gets in their bedroom. He waits a few seconds before following.
Will already closed the door, and when Hannibal opens it up, he just gives him an annoyed look whilst undoing his shirt. Hannibal walks up to him and reaches out to help.
“I’m not in the mood.”
“You will be.”
“No, I’m serious, stop,” Will pushes Hannibal’s hand away from his shirt, getting progressively more irritable.
As Will forces himself away from Hannibal’s space, Hannibal loses all patience and just grabs him by the collar of his shirt, which obviously makes Will so, so, very pissed, and he just shoots Hannibal that lethal shocked look, that silently says how dare you? Hannibal dares by hauling him closer with violent passion and just goes for his neck, breathing him in the way he knows always makes Will shiver. And he can act mad all he wants to but his body doesn’t lie, the reaction is there just as it always is. Hannibal then takes this as a green light to keep going, and wastes no time in pushing Will unto the bed. He immediately tries to hoist himself up but Hannibal holds him in place by the thighs, and begins unfastening his pants. Suddenly Will gets very still and allows that to happen. He lies there on his back, propped up on his elbows, watching as Hannibal takes off his own clothes and throws them onto the floor ferociously. When he gets on top, Will wraps his arms around his neck and flips them over so that he’s on top. This makes Hannibal smile. What a sneaky little shit. Will holds Hannibal’s wrists in place and kisses him. In the daze of it, Hannibal takes advantage of Will’s momentary trance and pushes him off of him, getting on top with no time left for Will to understand what even happened. He resists, struggles and tries to wrestle out of it, but Hannibal just holds him in place. When he seems to grow tired of the wriggle, he still insists on showing resistance through his exasperated breaths and glares. So twitchy, so edgy. Hannibal leans in, burying his face in Will’s neck and hair.
“Shh, just let it go, just let it go,” he whispers softly into Will’s ear. He keeps repeating soothing words until he feels Will beginning to soften a little, so he lets go of his wrists and starts to runs his fingers through his hair, and kissing his neck and collarbone.
He thinks about making mellow love to him like that but then goes “um, actually, you’ve been a little shit all day, I’m gonna fuck it out of you”, so when Will is all sweetened out, he flips him on his belly and well, literally fucks it out of him. He fucks everything out of him, so much so that Will is a completely blissed out empty vessel beneath him. Body glistening, little strands of hair all wet, falling on his senseless face. When Hannibal pulls out, his hands on Will’s waist the only thing holding him up, he just flops on the bed, face buried on the pillow, shaky hands.
So to answer your question, I think Hannibal would melt, he’d first think “ha, see, you little shit?” but the sight, the aftermath completely melts him, Will looks so breathtakingly beautiful and pliant and just so peaceful, and blissful, in that void of reality where there’s no good or bad, just pure life force. So he just kisses him eternally and everywhere, just worships him like the deity he is, “my war god”.
#bratty naughty will#naughty headcanons#hannigram#nbc hannibal#hannibal#will graham#hugh dancy#murder husbands#hannibal lecter#mads mikkelsen#fanfic
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"Ive never done this before" "Don't be scared it's just me" "Don't worry, I'll take care of you"
Newly summoned Phantom with one or both of the RainDrop boys showing him how his new vessel works <3
Thank you, Anon, for the fun ask. Phantom may be a little dumb at first, but his adorableness makes up for it.
The First Time
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There were a lot of firsts after Phantom was summoned. The first time he put clothes on. The first time he drank water. The first time he ate the furniture. The first time he ate "real" food. The first time he played his guitar. The first time he played his guitar with the rest of the band. The first time he went outside. The first time he slept in a bed. The first time he met Rain. The first time he met Dewdrop. The first time he saw them hold hands. The first time he saw them kiss. The first time he saw them do more than that. There were a lot of firsts.
He would watch the group and how they interacted with one another, jumping in when he could, feeling the pull to be with them. They would snuggle, stroke his hair, put their arms around him and hold him tight. He found that satiated the need he felt growing in his gut. It was fine and good until they were on the second half of the tour cycle. The day he couldn't handle just gentle touches or caresses any longer. The day he went into heat, when everyone else had gone sightseeing, with the exception of the two ghouls who were next door trying to catch up on some sleep from a grueling few days.
He was pretty sure this was his heat at least. Everyone told him it would make him extremely warm, or cold, in Rain’s case, his skin would feel like it had tiny pin pricks all along it, he would have trouble seeing, his eyes would glaze over, so full of lust, and he shouldn't be alone. It was imperative someone was with him, so he didn't hurt himself.
He was terrified when he realized what the feeling was. The swirling burning and coldness of his skin, he thought it was supposed to be one or the other. And then when he couldn't see his phone anymore to reach out to Swiss to see if this was what was truly happening, he knew he was in trouble. He slid to the floor in front of the door, pulling his knees tight to his chest, trying to ignore the erection that felt like a steel rod protruding from his body, and found himself sobbing. He was fucked, that was the only thing that kept going through his brain. Which only made him cry harder. Again, he was fucked! Would he yank his dick off in frustration? Is that why they all said to have someone with him? If he tried to grab his neck to stop his airflow (which is what he saw Rain and Dew do, and now thought that was what you always did during sex) would he forget to sheath his claws and slice a main artery? Would his extreme need to fuck something, cause him to put his dick somewhere it shouldn't be? Down the drain of the shower? The hose connected to the mini fridge? Between the too small railing holes on the balcony? Yeah he knew it was small holes for safety for the humans, but what about when his dick was poking out the other side, stuck and leaking down onto a passers-by and even more so, WHY WAS THIS ALL HE COULD NOW THINK ABOUT??
Yep, he was fucked. He decided maybe if he hit his head against the door repeatedly, maybe he would pass out, get a concussion or maybe a broken brain, could he break his brain? Just for a little while so he could pass out and when Swiss got back he could help him through this ordeal, make sure he didn't hump the tub’s drain pipe. Again he was thinking about the tub, it would be so cool along his too hot skin. Maybe he could run the hot water for the coolness he felt also. It wouldn't go down the drain, his dick would be stuck in it.
Did he just moan at that thought? HE WAS SO FUCKED.
He hit his head harder. Whispering to himself as he did it, " Come on pass out, you can do this, Phantom. You can be a very good boy. You know you can."
He had his hands tight at his sides, firsting his shorts, he was trying not to touch, but why did his brain have to tell him he was a good boy? Now he needed friction. He needed, ugh, the drain pipe!
"FUCK," he screamed and pounded his head harder on the door.
Maybe he hit it hard enough, he kept hearing the pounding he had inflicted on himself. It kept getting louder, and was he hearing voices? And why were they calling him a bug?
Wait, maybe Swiss was back? He listened harder, "Baby, you ok in there?"
It was Rain. SALVATION!
“Raaainnn,” he mumbled while still hitting his head.
“Bug, let us in.”
He didn’t move from in front of the door, instead just moved over a little and lifted his hand up to pull the handle open.
Rain peaked around the door, Dew right behind him, pushing him aside to slide through the small opening. Rain quickly followed, closing the door gently behind him as Dew knelt down in front of Phantom.
“Bug, what’s going on?” He reached out his hand to touch his brow, noticing right away how hot his forehead was, he quickly looked at Rain, nodding his head. Rain was right, Phantom was in heat.
“Dewy,” He slurred, “Must get to the tub, mu-must have the drain pipe.”
Rain choked back a laugh, as Dew’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
“The drain pipe?”
“The balcony holes?” Confused why they didn’t understand.
“Um, Bug, why do you need those?
“H-h-heat,” He stuttered, “Must have a hole.”
The laugh that threatened to escape from Rain earlier, let loose as he bent down beside Phantom, “Baby, you don’t need those holes.”
“But Swiss - Swiss, said…”
“Baby, you know better than to listen to Swiss, Don’t worry, we will take care of you,” Rain assured him.
“We?”
“Yes, baby, me and Dew, this is your first heat, right?”
“Yes, I’ve never done this before,” shivering at the realization he was again in new, first time territory.
“Don’t be scared, Bug, it’s just us, you know us.”
Rain reached his hand out to Phantom, gently pulling him up and into a cool embrace.
Dew quickly moved from the floor, pulling Phantom and Rain into him, his front to Phantom’s back. The heat and cold embracing him as he stood sandwiched between the two. The first semblance of relief he felt in hours.
Rain let go first, pulling Phantom towards the bed, Dew circling his waist with his arm, helping him along. Leaning into Phantom, he ran his nose along his neck, taking in his scent, his tongue darting out to lick, to taste. He huffed into his ear, “You are so beautiful, we’ve both wanted this with you for so long.”
Phantom couldn’t talk, as Dew whispered to him, Rain had leaned into his front grabbing at his waistband, tugging them down so he could run his hand along his lean stomach.
They took him apart quickly, Dew reaching to lift his shirt off, Rain unzipping and pulling his pants down, before they pushed him on the bed and crawled to him, devil’s on both sides, pure sin. They moved in unison. Both dragging their hand up from his thigh, up past his stomach, to his chest, to put a hand around his neck, drawing him in with a kiss. Dew first, cause of course, it’s Dew, he always gets first. He slipped his tongue past his lips, granted entrance, both moaning at the hot heat of their mouths together. Rain, not able to handle just watching, rushed to push his tongue in as well. Fighting for dominance, they devoured his mouth, while Phantom took it, overwhelmed that this was finally happening with them. Them. The objects of his fascination. Rain would sweep his tongue across his, the cold, like eating ice cream, while Dew was giving him small, fiery, kitten licks. His mouth felt like he ate a bottle of icy hot. His tongue only added to the rush, nothing could take it away now. So enraptured with them in his mouth, he forgot their hands. Hands that were joined as they descended onto his aching cock, wrapping around it, gripping it between their grasp.
Phantom threw his head back in pleasure, suddenly the kiss became too much for him. Too much sensation. He watched as he drew away, their mouths kept contact, devouring one another, their lips were glistening with spit from him, from them. It was a vision to behold, the moan he emitted, pure blasphemy.
They broke the elicit kiss, looking down at him, ice and fire taking him in.
“Like that, Bug?” Dew asked with a smirk.
“Please, fuck, yes.”
“Please? What do you want, baby?” Rain countered.
“Both, both of y-you. Please, need you, both - wanted this so long.”
The ice and fire melted, they had wanted him too. They quickly exchanged a glance, an unspoken agreement.
“Don’t worry baby, we will take care of you.”
Phantom pulled at Rain and Dew’s clothes, “Please, take them off.”
Rain and Dew moved from the bed, to honor his request. Phantom quickly rose up onto his elbows to watch them, not wanting to miss a moment. They didn’t undress themselves, but instead pulled the clothes from the other, making a show for Phantom to feast his eyes on.
Hungry kisses, exchanged between a shirt pulled off, biting a neck, as a zipper was released, grasping hips as the pants were pushed off. Entwining their bodies, cocks hard against the other, not knowing where one ended and the other began. Rain long and lean, his pale legs pushed through Dew’s, his pale skin a perfect compliment to Dew’s, red undertones, both pale, one more blue and the other red. Dew’s sinewy body, moving fluidly around Rain, shorter in stature but not to be mistaken for weak. His lengthy fingers found their way down Rain’s back, continuing until they grasped his plush, sinfully perfect ass. His caress, both soft and possessive. Rain was his, he was Rain’s and they were going to make Phantom theirs.
As they encircled each other, Dew turned Rain’s body to face Phantom, hands on his hips, rutting softly into that soft ass, as he turned his fiery eyes to Phantom’s, his voice like hot molten lava cut through the room.
“I am so lucky, you are both the most beautiful ghouls I have ever seen, and you are both going to be mine.”
Rain leaned his head back onto Dew’s shoulder, bringing his arm up to grasp at his hair and bring his mouth to his.
Dew gently pushed Rain onto the bed beside Phantom, climbing in behind him.
Rain so encompassed between them, pulled Phantom to him, tugging him into another icy kiss, as Dew worked him from behind, slowly opening him, not needing lube, so drenched he was with slick.
“Bug, you ready to take him?”
Phantom broke from Rain’s mouth looking over his shoulder to Dew, to make sure he understood him.
“Bug, he is ready for you.”
This was more than Phantom thought he was ready for, but he didn’t deny he wanted it. He pulled Rain onto him, straddling him on the bed, Rain sinking down onto him slowly. His hips were controlled by Dew as he lowered himself. Once Rain was fully seated he let go, letting him have control of the pace. From beside Phantom, Dew drank in the site before him in, the two of them so bewitching. He crawled towards Phantom, putting his lips to his, kissing him as Phantom rutted his body up into Rain’s. Dew trailed his tongue and teeth along Phantom’s throat, he sucked at the soft skin there, teeth nipping at the pulse point. Watching as Rain grabbed his own cock, thrusting into his hand. Dew quickly pushed Rain’s hand away to encircle it with his own. He could feel them both nearing the precipice of their orgasms. He was no bystander by any means, he was a full participant. As Phantom hips started to sputter and he could feel the stomach beneath his hand that was around Rain draw taught, he knew it was close. He whispered into Phantom’s ear, “Cum for us, Bug.”
Phantom’s body seized in pleasure, as Dew bit into his neck, blood drawing to the surface. The feel of Phantom spasming inside of him and the scent of the blood, threw Rain over the edge, leaning over Phantom himself, biting into the otherside of his neck. The pleasure of the sharp bite of pain causing a second orgasm to crest again.
Rain lay plastered across his body, Dew snuggled into his side. He could feel the wetness between him and Rain the whole way to his nipples, he also felt wetness along his side. He turned his head to look at Dew, who brought both of his hands to his mouth. Both covered in cum, his and Rain’s, licking them from his palms, holding it on his tongue, wiggling his tongue at Phantom before reaching up to kiss him again.
The taste of both Dew and Rain in his mouth, what he thought heaven would taste like. The delectableness causing his cock to kick again inside of Rain.
Rain huffed out a small sigh, “Baby, I can’t yet, soon though.” He laid small kisses along Phantom’s neck, licking the blood that was gathered on the teeth marks. He looked down at Rain next and, putting his finger under his neck, pulling him for a kiss. His blood, combined with their taste. Ecstasy.
Rain and Dew looked at each other quickly, entwining their hands. The soft purr Phantom made as they snuggled closer into him, making them both smile.
The post orgasm haze, leading them to close their eyes, relaxing into the feel of each other.
Phantom spoke before succumbing to the soft pull of sleep, “So much better than a drainpipe.”
The chortle that emitted from Dew and Rain, made Phantom giggle.
“Yes, Bug, and don’t worry we can figure out more pleasurable places for you to fuck me next.”
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365: May 1-2
Malik collided with someone in the hall so hard if they weren't six inches shorter than him he would have fallen over. Instead the boy not looking where he was going fell onto his ass. "Watch where you're fucking goi- oh, Kadar," Malik looked down at his little brother sprawled on the floor all heat seeping out of his voice in an instant.
"Little kids aren't allowed in this part of the fortress," Malik's friend Jummal said. Malik rolled his eyes. That wasn't true but Jummal was fucking annoying.
Kadar grunted as he picked himself and dusted off his down gray tunic. "I'm fine," he chirped, voice still high.
"What are you doing here?" Malik asked, just barely refraining from folding his arms. "You shouldn't be down here." The lower dungeons weren't forbidden or anything but it really wasn't a place for a thirteen year old. Malik was down here with Jummal for some more... intense training for the older boys. Stuff to toughen your stomach. At least they'd run into him, literally, near the stairs.
"I know. But I wanted to show you something," and Malik nearly popped a blood vessel when his brother started trying to take off his pants.
"NOPE," and he grabbed his brother by the scruff of his neck and dragged him out of the dungeon. Jammal laughed after him. "Shut up Jummal," Malik snapped over his shoulder.
"It's not anything weird," Kadar complained.
"Yeah okay ya freaks," Jummal called.
Malik still had a knife on him and at the top of stairs he grabbed one and threw it down towards Jummal who even laughing dodged out of the way. "My mark just came in. It's not weird," Kadar stuck his tongue out at Jummal.
"Keep walking," Malik growled and shoved Kadar away from the dungeon.
"See you at dinner, Mal," Jummal called after him, still snickering.
"Can you not embarrass me in front of my friends for five fucking seconds?" Malik asked Kadar sharply once they were around the corner. Malik loved his little brother but he was so annoying sometimes and there was nothing like having a little brother doing something embarrassing in front of your friends to make you lose all credibility you had.
"Sorry," Kadar said sheepishly looking up at Malik under his lashes with his big blue puppy dog eyes.
Malik sighed and rolled his eyes. But Allah he was such a sucker and couldn't stay mad at him forever. "Okay, lets see it," he said knowing this would get Kadar to not bother him about it again.
Kadar perked up and thankfully didn't take his pants off completely just enough to pull down the side to show his pale thigh. "See, see," he said excitedly. Soul marks came in when people hit puberty and their bodies started to change. They were often cryptic imagery that depicted one's soul mate. Kadar's was as vague and cryptic as any Malik had seen being black and sort of generically pretty wild flowers with a piece of intricate basket weaving flowing through it. If and when he found his match the mark would burst into color but for now it was all black and gray tones. "I woke up and there it was. I'm a man now," he said.
Malik scoffed. "I'd say you're not," he said.
"I am so," Kadar pulled his pants back up properly.
"Once your voice doesn't sound like this," Malik pitched his voice way up, higher than Kadar's childish voice, it cracked a little, "then maybe." Kadar laughed at Malik's imitation. "You got a long way to go," he dropped down to his normal pitch and ruffled his brother's hair. "Don't be in such a rush."
Kadar pouted at him. "I guess. You ever going to show me yours?" he asked.
"Nah, it's stupid," Malik said and started propelling Kadar towards the dining hall for dinner. Malik didn't like showing his. It was big though, took up his entire left flank. Sometimes when he got especially sweaty you could see the dark mark through his shirt.
"Aww, don't say that. I bet it's really pretty and that's why you don't like it," Kadar teased him, sticking his tongue out at him. "My brother's got tulips all over him doesn't he."
Malik rolled his eyes at Kadar practically dancing around in front of him. "As if," he said. But there were some tulips. Red like fresh blood.
"Then it's absolutely some cute little animals," Kadar snickered. "Like a bunny or little fawns," Kadar continued as they entered the dining hall. "Or a sweet little kitten-
"Yeah yeah shut up," Malik shoved him down onto the bench at the table. Kadar giggled.
"So what's the damage?" Jummal asked across from Malik.
"Wildflowers and baskets. He's going to find a nice boring girl-
"Hey! She won't be boring. She's going to be so cool and interesting. Just you wait," Kadar insisted. Then he scowled at Jummal. "What's yours anyway?"
"Some bread," Jummal only smiled when he talked about it and he did now. "I love bread."
"I swear your soul mate is just going to be the next loaf for dinner," Malik groused, making Jummal laugh.
Kadar turned to his other side, "What about you?" he asked a boy between his and Malik's age. Malik was helping himself to dinner, using a fresh pita to shovel meat and pilaf into his mouth.
"It's a dove," he said, also beaming. Kadar asked a few of the others at the table while Malik ate. The kid barely even noticed dinner or that Malik was putting food on his plate.
"What are you guys talking about?" and Malik only looked when Altair came and sat on his other side, their thighs briefly brushing together as he took a seat on the bench.
Malik swallowed hard to say, "Kadar's soul mark came in."
"Ah," and that was all Altair said, reaching across the table for things to stuff into an opened pita to make a kebab: lamb, vegetables and a bright red oil sauce Malik knew was hot enough to burn his mouth.
"What about you, Altair?" Kadar asked.
"Hmm?" Altair had already forgotten (or more like didn't care) what Kadar had been talking about.
"What's your mark?"
"A princess stabbing a dragon in the mouth," Altair said.
"Bullshit," Jummal rolled his eyes. "You told me last year it was a pigeon."
"He did? He told me it was a bunch of saffron flowers." Malik kept his eyes down at his food while several of their friends all said what Altair had told them what his mark was and they were all contradictory.
"So what is it?" Kadar asked once they'd settled down. Altair had his mouth full of kebab and just shrugged. "No fair," Kadar complained.
"Not for you, kid," was all Altair said.
"Lame," Kadar insisted.
"Yeah sure. Now eat your dinner or your balls are never going to drop and you'll be a scrawny shit forever," Malik said and everyone around him laughed to Kadar's squawk of outrage.
Malik looked himself in the mirror and brought the knife up to his face. He always pulled a face while shaving and tonight was no different. The shiny copper mirror was smooth enough to not completely distort his face. Only years of training stopped him from jumping when a pair of hands slid against his naked sides and around his chest. "Want some help?" Altair asked, voice soft, near his ear.
"It's just a touch up, I'm fine," Malik said but had taken Altair up on the offer before when he'd let it get a bit longer. He didn't really trust anyone else but Altair with a knife that close to his throat.
"Mmm," was all Altair said and his thumb gently stroked one of the red tulips that were part of Malik's mark.
"Almost believed the princess and dragon one at dinner," Malik said as he scraped the knife against his jaw.
Altair made a noise of amusement against his naked shoulder. "It's a good one. Some people even believe it," Altair said. Malik's skin twitched as Altair traced the insane depiction of Baʿal Šāmīn on his flank. Malik knew every line and curve of his mark and he knew Altair did too. Malik had read just about half the fortress' library looking for reference for what the fuck had appeared on his body years ago. Baʿal Šāmīn was an old god, maybe some bedouins still worshiped him?, and his domain was the sky. He was wrapped in white linens and armor seated on the ground with a sword across his lap and holding out a hand. His sword had the pommel of an eagle's head, his armor styled from normal overlapping mail almost to that of feathers, white, tawny, and a dull gray red. Red tulips rained down from his outstretched left hand like pouring blood. When he'd first seen Baʿal Šāmīn he'd been a stranger but since it'd come into color it wore Altair's face. As a young teen he'd been beyond confused by this man on his flank. But he'd gotten over it. Because it was such a wild mark and also in color he didn't show it to people. He'd been so mad when it'd first come into color too.
"Next time you should say it's just a river of blood," Malik said with a grin and Altair snorted into his shoulder. He paused to see if Altair would jostle him.
"That's just as believable," Altair said still lightly running his fingers over Baʿal Šāmīn and his red tulips. "Should Kadar be as worried as you were?"
"No unlike me Kadar's sane and clearly likes women," Malik said as he finished his touch up. He was trying to grow out the beard a bit but it just seemed a fool's errand. At least he could grow facial hair. Half of the boys in their training year were still peach faced babies; Altair being one of them.
"Ah. Too bad for him," Altair shrugged and the hair on the back of Malik's neck stood on end when Altair nuzzled him there.
Malik took a damp cloth and wiped the soap residue off his cheeks and neck. "Okay. I'm done. I can see you're being needy."
"Me? No. Never," Altair said with a voice that anyone else would clock as resentment but Malik heard as sarcasm.
Malik put the mirror back into his bag of shaving gear and cleaned the knife, stowing that away as well. Then Malik lightly pushed Altair's hands off him so he could moved around. Altair was his shadow as he went and sat on his bed, grabbing his shirt he's thrown there to pull on. "Hey now," Malik said when Altair grabbed his hands before he could put it on his shirt.
"You look better like this," Altair said and sat across his lap.
"Don't flatter me," Malik said.
"That's basically my job. So I will," Altair's mouth curled into a smirk. "Not like you're going to have a wife for that," and he pushed Malik down onto the bed, still holding his wrists.
"Gross," Malik said and that made him smile while Altair chuckled. Altair leaned down and kissed him and that was nice. It'd been a not so great day conditioning not to throw up around gore and death down in the dungeons but kissing his soul mate made it better.
Malik yanked one of his hands free to undo the belt around Altair's waist. Altair helped him pull the shirt out of his pants, his breath hot against Malik's face, and Malik put his hand up Altair's shirt. He didn't have to see Altair's mark to know exactly where it was and what it looked like. It was simply a sword that ran all the way down his chest, the point ending just above his groin, the hand guard fanning out under his chest and a intricate pommel in the shape of an eagle's head. It looked just like the sword Baʿal Šāmīn held in his own hand on Malik's flank. Altair never wore low collared shirts but if he did you could see the handle of the sword sticking out of his sternum, nesting against his collar bone.
Malik drew his hand up the length of Altair's mark and the other boy groaned softly against Malik's mouth when Malik fit his hand around Altair's neck like he was grasping the hilt of the sword. Far more gently than he ever would normally. His hand lingered there while his kissed Altair's warm mouth before sliding off his neck and back down his chest. Altair's breath was ragged by the time he pulled his hand out of his shirt, barely still kissing him.
"You're such a freak, Altair," Malik teased him.
"Shut the fuck up," Altair gasped and Malik snickered. "You're the one who literally has my face on your mark." That made Malik laugh louder. Yeah. That was true. It was pretty fucking weird.
"Yeah because that does nothing for your ego at all," Malik smirked.
"Better than you getting off to the fact that your last name is literally on my entire chest, freak," he said it right back and stuck out his tongue briefly.
"Keep it up and it'll be the only part of me on your chest tonight," and Altair shoved his hand over Malik's mouth, absolutely red faced. Malik just grinned against his palm. Sucker. He wasn't oblivious to the fact that Altair was hard as a fucking rock sitting on him after putting his hand around his neck.
"You are such a shit," Altair hissed, face still burning. Malik thought it was cute how flustered he got. Malik said something against his palm but it came out as just noise. "Sorry what was that?" Altair asked, not moving his hand. Malik said it again. "Sorry I can't hear you when your mouth is full." Malik just rolled his eyes.
Altair removed his hand a moment later. "I said 'yeah but you love that I'm a shit'," Malik said smugly.
It didn't linger long at the soft look Altair gave him. "Yeah. I guess so," he said quietly and leaned down, kissing Malik again, this time far more gently and it gave Malik goosebumps. "I do love you," Altair said as a secret against his lips. Like every time Altair said it a thrill went down Malik's spine. It was pretty exciting after all, finding your soul mate so young; even if you were both shitty teenagers. And sometimes Malik just wanted to kill him but just because it was meant to be didn't mean you didn't still have to try for it and Altair could be so fucking annoying. Their marks had almost broken after they'd become colored, both pissed off at who'd colored their marks.
But that was years ago. They'd figured it out. They'd figured... this out. And Malik wouldn't want it any other way really.
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Batfam During Quarantine: 27 Minutes (Remastered)
Batfam During Quarantine: 27 Minutes
Hey, quick heads up, this is a slightly reworked version of the third post I made for this series. My continuity on this series got really messed up for a bit and I have so many drafts that I still have yet to publish so I'm going through all of my old stuff to fix the chronology of the stories and also put a bit more pressure on me to finish this series. Please keep in mind that my writing skills kinda improve throughout the series, but this one has been the most reworked so far, and there is a good chance this will be reworked again in the future.
Dick: Good morning adopted dad!
Bruce: *grunts*
Tim: Bruce is so stressed out. Yesterday I watched him stare at a page load for 1 second and he screamed his head off. He almost destroyed the computer.
Jason: I literally saw him counting grey hairs the other day. Whatever it is it must be Tim’s fault.
Tim: Don’t you blame this on me....
Dick: *speaks over Tim* Okay so anyway, here’s the challenge, *speaks a bit lower* first person to make Bruce smile gets to drive the Batmobile on their next patrol.
Cassandra: Awesome, how do we decide who.......
Jason: *walks over to Bruce*
Cassandra: Never mind.
Jason: Hey Bruuuuuce.
Bruce: *glares at Jason while slurping coffee*
Jason: Want some breakfast? *turns on stove* How about some eggs!
Bruce: What do you want?
Jason: Nothing! Just to see my *pauses a bit* old man smile.
Bruce: I will shank you.
Jason: Loving this new color on you? You should be pissed off all the time.
Bruce: Go away.
Jason: Okay......d.....d...da...
Alfred: Don’t burst a blood vessel Jason.
Jason: No, I can do this. Da......d.a....dad *sighs and puts his hand on the stove* AHHH, FUCKER!
Bruce: Jason, are you okay!
Jason: GET AWAY FROM ME, I CAN DO THIS BY MYSELF BRUCE! *quickly runs to the bathroom to run cold water over his hand*
Duke: Well that was entertaining!
Cassandra: *lays head on Bruce’s shoulder and hugs him*
Bruce: *hugs Cassandra back but no smile*
Damian: Father, I brought you a gift. *pulls out a picture of the entire batfamily together*
Bruce: *Bruce smiles* Thanks Damian, that’s really thoughtful of you.
Damian: *turns towards everyone and points* YES SUCK IT LOSERS!
Daily Briefing
Dick: Okay, so we have reached a low point of criminal activity for Gotham City which is a good thing.
Cassandra: A bit funny how it took a pandemic to make Gotham a bit peaceful.
Dick: Exactly my point. Now, with that said, we will still be doing patrols starting at 11. Tim, this is your week on sanitation duty. Throughout the day we will train a bit harder than normal. There will be scheduled times and you will each have partners. Try to train no less than two and a half hours a day. Training should include sparing, cardio, strength, and tumbling. Try to spar with someone new every week.
Dick: Also Jason, you remember when you said you wish you could fall like me.
Jason: I was being sarcastic.
Dick: I will finally be teaching you how to do pommel horse 1 hour a week like you asked.
Jason: I will kill you.
Duke: Being honest, I’d like to try high bar and floor. I feel it will be very beneficial for me in the long run.
Dick: Awesome! You got it. Now everyone has until tomorrow to pick their partner, I know my partner will be Jason.
Jason: Fuck you.
Dick: Also, last thing before I make the training schedules and routines, I need to address something. There are quite a lot of people in Gotham City still refusing to wear mask. During the day lets try to hand out mask with our own designs on them to everyone who we come across during the day. I already ordered them and they should be here by Saturday, so that is something we will be doing starting next week.
*alarm sounds off in the batcave*
Alfred: It would seem there is a fire at Wayne Tower on the thirty-second floor.
Dick: Alright, Duke, Jason, and I will go to check it out. Everyone else do what you would normally do.
Tim and Bruce
Tim: Hey Bruce, I brought you some coffee!
Bruce: How many cups have you had?
Tim: Three large cups.
Bruce: After......
Tim: *mumbles* The five cups I had with breakfast.
Bruce: There we go.
Tim: Okay so what are we doing?
Bruce: Someone found a weakness in Wayne Tech's firewall and is trying to hack into my server. If they do so they will have knowledge of the companies upcoming projects, along with the identities of our persona’s.
Tim: How long do we have?
Bruce: 27 minutes. Try to locate the hacker.
Nightwing, Red Hood, and The Signal
Time- 19:37
Nightwing, Red Hood, The Signal: *all pull up on their motorcycles at Wayne Tower*
Fire Marshal: *approaches the three vigilantes* Hey Nightbird....*looks at Red Hood and The Signal* and gang, look, this wasn't a big fire, it was contained very quickly so there's nothing really to worry about.
The Signal: So we’re good to go, awesome!
Fire Marshal: There's not much you can really do, so yeah.
Nightwing: Thank you fire marshal but if you don't mind, we'd like to stick around for the investigation.
Fire Marshal: No, that's not necessary! We have it all covered!
Red Hood: I take it that you haven't been in Gotham for long. It wasn't an offer, it was a statement.
Fire Marshal: *sighs* Very well.
Nightwing, Red Hood, The Signal: *walk into the building and make there way up to the stairs up to the thirty-second floor*
Tim: Nightwing, are you still at Wayne Tower?
Nightwing: Yeah, what’s up?
Tim: We’re dealing with a hacker trying to get into the server at Wayne Inc. We think the hacker is inside the building....
Nightwing: Say no more! We’re on it!
Tim: Find him fast, we have t-16 minutes and 55 seconds to find him!
Fire Fighter: *runs by to a fire truck* Lets go, lets go!
The Signal: What's going on?
Fire Fighter: There’s been another fire across town. Lets move out!
Nightwing: Shit *mumbles under his breath* Okay, Signal, investigate the fire upstairs. Red Hood, search the building, there is a hacker somewhere and we need to find him before he hacks us! I'll go to the next fire!
The Signal: Got it.
Red Hood: Understood.
Nightwing: *bolts out into the stairway towards the ground level* Red Robin, I'm on my way to another fire, Red Hood is in charge of looking for the hacker and Signal is investigating the fire.
Tim: No time! I'll send The Signal to search for the hacker, too! Investigate the fire later!
Nightwing: Got it!
Tim: Signal, Red Hood! Start looking for the hacker!
Red Hood: Already doing so!
The Signal: But Nightwing said...
Tim: Shut up and do it!
The Signal: Got it!
Alfred and Julia
Alfred: What are we watching
Julia: Well, I thought that with both of us being former spies, I thought we could watch an American film franchise called Mission Impossible.
Alfred: And tear it apart by it’s inaccuracies!
Julia: Yes!
Alfred: Sounds wonderful!
Tim and Bruce
Time- 13:17
Harper: I came as fast as I could.
Bruce: Good, set up your computer.
Harper: Why isn’t Alfred helping?
Bruce: Shut up and get to work.
Harper: Okay then!
Signal
Time- 12:14
The Signal: Fuck! *runs through and between all of the Wayne Enterprise employees* Sorry, excuse me! Coming through! *keeps searching for someone hunched over their computer* Out of the way! Coming through! I'm so sorry! *makes his way back to the stairs and climbs up to the fortieth floor, opens the door and finds the floor empty, but still hears the sound of a guy typing away* Signal to Red Hood, potential suspect on the fortieth floor!
Red Hood: Copy that, standing by!
The Signal: *turns the corner and gets into a stance*
Hacker 1: *looks over* Ah!
Hacker 2: *jumps up behind The Signal and kicks him in the back*
The Signal: Uck! Red Hood, hackers on the fortieth floor!
Red Hood and The Signal
Time- 12:14
Red Hood: *walks on to the twentieth floor and lifts his pistols in the air and fires two rounds* Everybody, go down to the next floor now!
Everyone: *rushes off to the stairs*
Red Hood: *observing everyone that leaves the floor*
The Signal: Signal to Red Hood, potential suspect on the fortieth floor!
Red Hood: Copy that, standing by! *continues to observe the crowd and notices a face* Hey you!
Noah: *looks around and points to himself*
Red Hood: *points* Yeah, you!
Noah: *walks over nervously* Please don't hurt me, I don't want any trouble!
Red Hood: Relax, I'm not going to hurt anyone here. We're just looking for a guy. What's your name?
Noah: My name is Noah.
Red Hood: Sup Noah....
The Signal: Red Hood, hackers on the fortieth floor!
Red Hood: Gotta go! *pushes through the crowd and runs up the stairs, then enters the door for the fortieth floor*
Hackers 1 and 2: *holding The Signal by his arms and legs*
Red Hood: *raises his pistols and fires a few shots at the hackers, but misses and takes a few heavy breaths* That was a warning shot! Next time I won't miss, drop my partner!
Hackers 1 and 2: *drop The Signal and charge at Red Hood*
Red Hood: *dives out of the way and turns around and shoots the hackers with rubber rounds* You guys probably should have spent less time coding and more time in physical education in high school! *taps his helmet* Red Hood to Bat-cave, we got the hackers!
Tim: Good, now look for a R.A.T.!
The Signal: Ew! Gross!
Tim: Not an actual rat, a Remote Access Tool!
Red Hood: What's it look like?
Tim: You're looking for a window on the computer or maybe a USB connected plugged into it!
Red Hood: *checks one of the computer screens*
The Signal: *checks the other computer screen*
Red Hood: Nothing out of the ordinary!
The Signal: Same here!
Tim: Keep looking, it has to be somewhere!
Red Hood: *keeps looking* Tell Batman he's going to need to buy some new shit for this floor! *starts picking up computers and smashes them to the floor*
The Signal: Red Hood! What are you doing?
Red Hood: Narrowing down our options!
Nightwing
Time- 9:23
Nightwing: *pulls up with the fire trucks at the apartment complex in flames, hooks up a small oxygen tank to his waist and connects the hose to his mask, then sees a resident waving from the terrace on the third floor, he then rushes over and climbs up each terrace and fires a grappling hook from his escrima stick onto the top of the building* Step over the railing, I got you! *he gestures for the resident to step over*
Resident: *steps over the railing and into Nightwing's arms*
Nightwing: *holds on to his escrima stick which slowly lowers them down he then lets go of the resident*
Resident: *runs to a safe place with the other residents*
Nightwing: *turns the valve and runs inside the building, checking for any other residents stuck inside*
Firefighters: *start spraying the apartment*
Kid: Help!!!
Nightwing: *runs up the stairs to where the yelling is coming from and finds a parent lying on the floor unconscious*
Kid: *crying* Help, my.... my...
Nightwing: *kneels down and places a hand on the kids shoulder* Hey, you're dad's going to be okay, but right now we have to get out of here. Okay?
Kid: *nods their head*
Nightwing: *lifts up the kids dad over his shoulder and carries the kid as he begins to rush down the stairs only to see the stairs going to the first floor are engulfed in flames, then drops the kid and the dad gently against a wall as he grabbed the fire extinguisher and clears a path for them to go down, then lifts the kid and dad back up and runs down the stairs and out of the door*
Paramedic: *runs over with a stretcher*
Nightwing: *helps lay the dad on the stretcher then runs back in, shooting a grappling hook at the roof and reels himself up the stairway, climbing three floors before the ceiling gives way and Nightwing falls*
Batgirl: *reaches out for Nightwing's arm* Ah!
Nightwing and Batgirl
Time- 5:54
Nightwing: Aren't you a sight for foggy eyes! *reaches up with his other arm up to the railing and crawls over the railing* Are you okay?
Batgirl: *starts to lift a few of the residents* Ow! Come on! We have to get these people to the paramedics!
Nightwing: Go to the fire escape!
Batgirl: Not safe, the metal is starting to bend!
Nightwing: *pushes against the railing he just climbed over* This one is holding! Go check the top floor, if no one is there head down!
Batgirl: *goes up to check the top floor*
Nightwing: *attaches a grappling line to the railing and carries the two other residents reels them all down then races out of the building to meet the paramedics*
Batgirl: *finds one more resident and taps their shoulder* Are you okay?
Resident: *starts to wake* Uhhhh.
Batgirl: Can I help you?
Resident: *goes limp*
Batgirl: *carries the unconscious resident out of the room and reels them both down the building, then racing out of the building to meet with the paramedics*
Bruce, Tim, and Harper
Time- 4:37
Harper: Ha! Gotcha sucker!
Bruce: Did you stop them?
Harper: No, but I got their IP Address! Computer is being accessed on the twentieth floor!
Red Hood and The Signal
Time- 4:07
Tim: THE HACKER IS ON THE TWENTIETH FLOOR!!!
Jason: Son of a bitch!
The Signal: On our way there!
Red Hood and The Signal: *running down the stairs*
The Signal: About what happened.... (being manhandled like a jump rope)
Red Hood: We have bigger problems right now!
The Signal: Right, right!
Jason: *slows down for a second, then races down fast* Shit, I KNOW WHO THAT MAN WAS!
The Signal: *tries to catch up* Red Hood!
Red Hood: *bursts through the door for the twentieth floor and unleashes a primal roar*
Noah: *still sitting down* You're smarter than I remember Red Hood! Don't bother grabbing your guns. I'll be gone before you even fire.
Red Hood: *taps the side of his helmet to send video of the situation to The Signal* The hackers on the fortieth floor, they were...
Noah: Yes, just a distraction! Really impressed by your physicality by the way, but I sure bet you are exhausted right now.
Red Hood: I can still take you out!
Noah: No you can't. Hans!
Hans: *grabs Red Hood*
The Signal: *turns invisible and sneaks past Hans and Red Hood, then approaches Noah and bashes the laptop with his escrima sticks*
Noah: Nooooo!!!
The Signal: *kicks Noah and whacks him a few times with his escrima sticks*
Red Hood: *knocks his head against Hans' head*
Hans: *lets go of Red Hood and stumbles back*
Red Hood: *turns then kicks Hans' chest, then reaches forward and tases Hans*
The Signal: *becomes visible and ties up Noah*
Red Hood: *ties up Hans* Have I ever mentioned how impressive your meta-human abilities are?
The Signal: You can mention it more, I can use the ego boost!
Red Hood: We captured The Calculator and his goons, how is it on your end Red Robin?
Tim: All clear over hear! Nice work guys!
Alfred, Julia, Stephanie, Cassandra, and Selina
Alfred: Why would he choose the safe house. If this were reality Ethan would have already been arrested.
Stephanie: Alfred, we love you to death, but your ruining an amazing movie.
Julia: The movie ruined itself by it’s inaccuracies. Plus this is our bonding time, you guys weren’t even invited!
Selina: Yeah, but you guys took the only copy and once we saw you watching it, we just really wanted to watch it, too.
Harper: Oh, cool! Mind if I join?
Alfred: *sighs* The more the merrier.
Nightwing and Batgirl
Nightwing: Gotcha Jay, thanks for the info! Alright, our guy lives in apartment 22 on 1807 Zics Street. Let’s head there now and see if we can find him.
Batgirl: Want to get something to eat after?
Nightwing: If we race there we can eat sooner!
Batgirl: Lets go!
Nightwing and Batgirl: *jump on their motorcycles and drive to the apartment where they found the arsonist, then tied him to a lamppost and Batgirl informed the GCPD the location of the arsonist*
Nightwing: So, how has your dad been doing?
Batgirl: Not too bad. He’s been a bit under pressure but he’s doing fine. How is it being a dad at the mansion?
Nightwing: Ohhh god. I had the thought once and decided to leave that duty to Alfred.
Batgirl: *Barbara laughs*
Nightwing: I help him a bit. It’s been so difficult acting like a grown up. I had to seriously step in when Alfred called Jason “Master Todd”
Batgirl: Please explain further?
Nightwing: Well, because Jason is, well, Jason, he lost his shit because he’s “not a snooty ass rich motherfucker, Alfred!”
Batgirl: Damn, I could so see that.
Nightwing: Yeah, and it doesn’t help that Bruce totally lost the ability to interact with other people. The other day Damian was acting up and Bruce picked him up and shouted “WHERE’S THE OFF BUTTON!”
Batgirl: *laughs harder*
Nightwing: *laughs* I wish you could have been there, it was funnier in person.
Batgirl: *leans her head on Dick’s shoulder*
Nightwing: I love you Babs.
Batgirl: I love you too, Dick.
Dick
Dick: *got into the batcave and began creating workouts for everyone, then went to the bathroom and took a shower in the batcave, got out, and went upstairs and entered the media room*
Dick: Aw, isn’t this sweet!
Julia: Get the fuck out Dick!
Dick: Damn, okay.
Dick: *walks into the kitchen to see everyone in there*
Tim: Someone took long getting back to the mansion.
Stephanie: What happened.
Dick: I met up with Babs.
Everyone: WHAT!!!!
Damian: No fair. If I knew I could have been with Jon this entire time I would have!
Selina: You’re not able to Damian, and you knew you weren’t suppose to interact with anyone outside of the mansion.
Dick: Chill. Everything is fine. We’re more likely to get sick on patrol then by hanging out with each other.
Selina: In which if we do get sick on patrol and run into each other we then get them sick!
Dick: It's fine! What’s up with Alfred and Julia?
Selina: No....
Jason: They got tired of everyone ruining their family bonding time so they kicked us out.
Dick: That makes sense.
Helena: *rings the doorbell*
Dick: I got it. *walks over to the door and opens it* Helloooo...............
Helena: Hey Dick, you look great!
Dick: *slams the door shut and covers the door*
Jason: *walks up to the door and shoves Dick to the side and opens the door* Hey, Helena! It's so awesome to see you! What are you doing here?
Helena: I’m here to stay and help. Where should I put my bags?
Jason: You could put them in any of the open guest bedrooms up on the third floor! You remember where that is, right?
Helena: Yep!
Dick: Coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool. *starts to sit down*
#batfam#alfred pennyworth#batman#bruce wayne#catwoman#selina kyle#nightwing#dick grayson#batgirl#barbara gordon#red hood#jason todd#huntress#helena bertinelli#red robin#tim drake#spoiler dc#stephanie brown#julia pennyworth#blue bird#harper row#orphan dc#cassandra cain#signal dc#duke thomas#robin#damian wayne
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"Haunted House!"
Summary - After the second case, the third floor is revealed to have a Haunted House in it. Veronika immediately takes advantage of this, and with the help of J, Rose, and Whit, she puts it into action. Much to the dismay of some of her classmates. (this is kinda fluff? I think?)
Tw - There’s some vague mentions of violence, mild body horror mentioned for one of Veronika's stories, and some mentions of dry heaving at the end.
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“Welcome one, welcome all!” Veronika called out happily as she stood at the opening of the haunted house. “Welcome to Veronika’s Haunted House!!” She said enthusiastically.
“AHEM!” J’s voice called out over the intercom. J was doing all of the special effects and such for the Haunted House, meaning she also had control of the intercom.
“Yes yes, with help from the wonderful J, Rose, and Whit!” Veronika added and took a little bow.
Veronika’s peers stood outside of the Haunted House. Veronika was also wearing a black suit that sort of broke into a dress of sorts.
“MonoTV really screwed us all with this one.” Teruko muttered.
“C’mon, don’t be like that Teruko! It could be fun!” Eden protested and smiled.
“Indeed. Veronika and her lovely helpers put a lot of work into preparing this event. You should all be excited, it was made for you all.” Hu stated and smiled slightly.
“Well, if it is a work of Miss Rosales, then of course I must go and experience it!” Arturo stated and began to approach the front doors.
“Yes yes, that’s the spirit! Come along, I’ll be your guide.” Veronika said and gestured for the group.
“Wait– Whit,” Charles turned to Whit, “You helped plan this all, correct? Does this have any… you know…” His voice trailed off a bit.
“Fake blood? Course not! Does fake blood even trigger your fear?” Whit asked and tilted his head.
“I’m not the most sure, and I do not plan on finding out at any time soon.” Charles replied coldly.
“Yes, alright, get your bearings before we enter!” Veronika said and awaited them to get better.
“A… H-Haunted House…? H-Haunted?! B-By ghosts?!” Ace called out and nervously started nibbling on his fingers.
“The ghosts aren’t real, you fucking idiot.” David commented. David still looked just as sad and pathetic as any other day.
“Hey! I wasn’t talking to you, asshole!” Ace shouted as his head snapped in the direction of David.
“Try not to burst a blood vessel. Or even better, try not to get a heart attack and die from the cardboard cutout zombies in there.” David said and smirked before laughing at Ace.
“Eat shit and die! I’ll go through there, and not die! I’ll show you!” Ace shouted, David having provoked his pretty competitive nature. Ace boldly strode up to the front door of the Haunted House.
“Ace, now don’t get ahead of yourself.” Levi muttered and followed after Ace.
“Well Davey? Are you going to along with us?” Veronika asked and looked to David.
“Am I getting paid?” David muttered.
“Getting paid?” Veronika began, sounding slightly confused. But then her eyes lit up, “Oh right! Because you think humanity is pointless and corrupt, so you appeal to that belief and refuse to do anything unless it benefits you! And especially now that you’re no longer acting.” Veronika analyzed and leaned into her hands as she dissected David’s character.
“Wow. How many wikipedia pages did you have to read to come to that conclusion?” David mumbled.
Whit and Charles approached the door, but Whit then suddenly leaned closer to Veronika.
“Hey, maybe it’s for the better if David doesn’t tag along. The guys… A little.” Whit began speaking but his voice trailed off.
“Interesting! No, very interesting! Besides, this will be great for my character analysis.” Veronika replied before approaching David and yanking him to the door.
“Hey!” He yelped, “Hands off!” He shouted. But he was ultimately ignored by Veronika.
Nico stared at the door. They seemed to really want to go along with everyone else, but also didn’t want to get too scared.
“Are you alright hon?” Hu asked and checked on Nico.
“Y-Yeah, I’m alright.” Nico commented. Hu seemed to notice Nico’s worry.
“You know, Nico, if you do not want to go, I wouldn’t mind staying back with you.” Hu offered.
“N-No, it’s okay! I want to go. But…” Nico’s voice trailed off a bit, “Just a little scared.” They added. Hu smiled empathetically.
“Well, that’s alright. If you get scared I’ll be right by your side the entire time. No need to worry. Besides, if something bad really does happen, then I’ll have Teruko and Eden protect you.” Hu said and giggled a little at that as she and Nico looked over at the two. “Isn’t that right?” Hu added.
“...Huh?” Teruko replied and raised an eyebrow before rolling her eyes a bit, “No promises, but sure. I’ll try.” She muttered.
“Of course we will!” Eden called out. She approached Nico and put her arm around them. “This’ll be lots of fun!” She called out.
“Well, is everybody ready?” Veronika called out and smiled.
“I guess.” Teruko answered.
“Mhm!” Eden agreed excitedly.
“Let’s just get this over with.” David grumbled and rolled his eyes, doing that gun motion to his head again.
“Let’s hurry up and fucking go!” Ace urged. Veronika giggled.
“It seems like everyone is ready! So let’s go on ahead then. No reason to keep the darkness waiting.” Veronika said as her expression darkened, and yet her smile growing more wide.
“N-Ngh…” Nico slightly whimpered at that.
Veronika swung the doors open. The haunted house was frighteningly dark, the only light coming from a few candles that were lit.
“Don’t worry, I’ll lead the way.” Veronika stated as she led the group down the dark hallway. “Now, let me tell you all a story. I call this story… Ravenway.” She began. The hallway had the look of stone walls, with black fathers that slowly became more and more abundant as they walked further down. And the ground soon became decorated with a fake train track.
“Ravenway? Awe! Is it a story about a cute bird?” Eden asked excitedly.
“This is a Haunted House, Eden. We wouldn’t be hearing about it if it was.” Teruko muttered.
“Well, allow me to answer all of your queries! And tell the story of Ravenway.” Veronika began. She turned her back to the group as she walked. “The raven has always been a symbol of death and coming doom. Ever since the sacred poem- ‘The Raven’ by Edgar Allen Poe.” Veronika began. “But one story of a raven has stuck out since the 1800’s… Stories of people seeing a mutant… human sized, flesh sack with the head of a raven hastily crafted together on it, and covered in feathers. The feathers of the bird would be left wherever it went. And people would see this raven, only glimpses of it every day. But every day, the raven would slip closer to them, and leave more and more feathers.” Veronika explained.
CA-CAW!!
“W-Wah!” Nico called out. They didn’t seem very scared by the story, but rather the loud sound that protruded the air from the intercom.
“GAHA!” Ace screamed out and latched onto Levi. Levi seemed caught off guard by the touch and didn’t really know how to react, and just opted to awkwardly let Ace hold onto him.
Veronika chuckled at that.
Charles seemed to be paying attention, the story getting in his head, and he seemed fairly invested, which Whit slightly smiled at.
“A-And what happens when the raven keeps getting closer?” Eden stuttered out, taking it very seriously.
“Well, my friends, no matter how far you run and no matter how hard you try and hide… The raven will find you. And when it does, it’s said that all you hear is the raven’s call before you are never heard from again. Once you see the raven once, that’s the end of you. You die no matter what. As you try desperately to escape the raven, you may end up on train tracks, or perhaps on the edge of the roof. All of the victims are found with raven’s feathers stuffed into their stomachs.” Veronika reached the end of the hallway, and snuck her hand behind her, and pressed a button that was hidden beneath some of the feathers on the wall. She clicked the button, and a trap-door in the roof opened, and from it, a terrifying replication of the described raven was hung.
“GaaHH!” Ace screamed again and continued to hold onto Levi’s arm.
“You scream like a prissy.” David commented on Ace’s scream.
“What beautiful effects! This must be the work of Miss Rosales.” Arturo stated and made That Face (you know the one) at the very thought.
“Oh my!” Hu seemed startled, before chuckling. “How clever.” She stated.
“If that were me, I could totally get the raven to be my bud. We’d be gossip besties.” Whit said and shrugged a bit.
“Y-Yeah! That’s the spirit, Whit!” Eden agreed.
“How do you know that the raven even talks? There’s a good chance it would just ignore you, you know!” Charles replied.
“You don’t need to talk to communicate. I’d make ‘em tea and everything.” Whit said.
“That sounds more like hallucinations than anything. There’s no way that’s real.” Charles stated, though Charles was very clearly invested.
“Wh-WHAT?!? I-Is there no way to stop it?! I-If you see it- is that it? BOOM! Dead? Oh fuck oh fuck- like totally fate fucking sealed?” Ace questioned, still latching onto Levi like he was his lifeline.
“Indeed. But when has there ever been an escape of death?” Veronika replied before giggling.
“W-Wow… That’s pretty interesting! Can you tell us more?” Nico asked, genuinely really interested in where the legend was going.
“How about another story?” Veronika offered as they turned the corner, and Veronika pulled a black curtain out of the way, revealing a staircase. She then went ahead and began going up the stairs. “It’s called Cymbal Bunny Head Smasher.” Veronika said, her voice darkening.
“Well they sound friendly.” Teruko muttered. Various ‘thud’ sounds protruded the air as the group went up the stairs.
“Cymbal Bunny Head Smasher is the story of a giant, robotic bunny animatronic. One who’s code was hacked into. And one day, during a children’s party, Cymbal Bunny’s cymbals began to smash together.” Veronika began to explain. As the group walked down the hallway, the room was themed after a children’s sort of party room. But there were fake children corpses placed variously around the room. And thankfully, for Charles’ sake, bloodless.
“And the Cymbal Bunny animatronic began to move towards the children. Loud thuds followed each of their footsteps. And the sound of the cymbals smacking together was heard.” Veronika continued.
CLASH thud CLASH thud CLASH thud
The described sound of the bunny’s loud footsteps and the clashing of the cymbals was played over the intercom.
“All until the Cymbal Bunny got too close to the children, and the Cymbal Bunny stuck the heads of it’s little victims right in between it’s clashing clashing cymbals! Hehehahah!” Veronika giggled manically at the thought. “It’s so terrifyingly gross!” She added.
“Ngaaah!” Ace groaned and put his hands over his ears. Levi put his arm around him.
“Wait wait, let me guess,” Charles began, “Now a bunch of cymbal sounds are going to plAY–gaH!” Charles called out in fear as he was indeed right, and the familiar cymbal sounds played.
The walls of the room were shaken as the cymbal sounds played, implying that the Cymbal Bunny animatronic was breaking down the walls or something.
“Clever right? I made that story up, so you don’t gotta worry about it being real.” Whit said and vaguely tapped Charles on the shoulder.
“YOU, Whit Young, thought of that?” Teruko questioned, even she seemed surprised that Whit was capable of that.
“G-Gosh… I’ll never go around animatronics again!” Eden called out.
“...Five Nights at Freddy’s?” Nico muttered quietly.
“Ah, your fear fuels me. Now why don’t we do one more story to close off for tonight? This one I like to call… Zombieland.” Veronika said. She giggled excitedly, “Now this one is my favorite. So pay attention!~” She said.
“Zombieland…? You mean like Zombieland Saga? The cute Idol Anime??” Eden called out excitedly.
“I’d suppose you’d hope for that. But no, dear Eden, no.” Veronika replied and was still smiling ear to ear. Veronika led the group up another set of stairs. This next area was far more open compared to the narrow hallways from before. Yet they were still boxed in by wooden gates. The room was resembling a farm’s sort of field at night, a fake moon hung up in the corner of the room.
“The story of Zombieland…” Veronika began, “It takes place in a small, small town in Missouri, but after Zombieland, some call that place just Misery.” Veronika cackled at her own joke.
“Just get on with it!” David shouted. “It’s fun to watch you all shit your pants over nothing, but this is getting boring.” He grumbled.
“Yes yes… Well, an acidic chemical had slipped into the water stream after a horrible accident… And slowly, one by one, people began to go crazy, and become violence-craving due to the chemicals in the water… Practically turning the people into zombies!” Veronika exclaimed. “And slowly, everyone began to get infected. And the chemicals got into the rain. And sooner than later, things only got worse! The situation was utterly hopeless- absolutely full of despair.” Veronika explained. “Everyone began to rot away as the rain turned acid burnt away their flesh! And yet that did not stop them as they craved violence!” She continued, smiling ear to ear. “The only survivors were forced to hide away in places like schools, cars, and apartments. But no doors and no walls can keep the hordes off for long. There is no one to go to and nowhere to hide.” She stated.
“That is terrifying…” Levi muttered, he himself seeming a little scared by this one. “Having no where to go… How absolutely horrific…” He mumbled.
“You guys can’t actually be taking this seriously…” Teruko face palmed as she said that.
“Oh they totally are!” Whit called out and giggled. Charles was invested and was trying to find a way to disprove it.
“That’s impossible.” Charles spoke up. “Any chemical that could impact the brain that much would simply end the victim in a few hours.” He stated. Eden perked up before sighing in relief.
“Thanks Charles… You’re definitely making us more comfortable.” Eden thanked genuinely.
“What? I wasn’t–” He searched for words, Charles feeling slightly afraid to just… accept gratitude. “...You’re welcome.” He stated simply beneath his breath.
“Some say that the left-overs from that accident are still roaming today.” Veronika said and smirked almost evilly. The group reached the end of the hallway. Veronika had her hands up, waiting for something to happen. There was a long silence as nothing happened. Veronika tilted her head a bit as her smile faded.
“I said… Some say that the left-overs from that accident are still roaming today!” Veronika repeated, simply louder this time, though her excitement did not fade.
Suddenly, J’s voice came back on over the intercom:
“Ugh! You’ve gotta be joking…” J muttered. “Rose! Wake up! Do your part!” J screamed into the microphone.
“W-Wah!” The familiar voice of Rose called out from behind a curtain. “Oops. My bad.” Rose muttered before emerging from behind the curtain. She had on very good zombie make-up, more than likely done by Veronika.
“BllaHHhh!” Rose let out some sort of half-hearted cry as she leaned over the wooden gate, shaking it a bit, trying to scare them.
“W-Woah!” Eden called out and recoiled back.
“Awe! How cute.” Hu said and put a hand to her chin and smiled at Rose.
“F-Fuck! Holy fuck! Shit!” Ace whined out at the sight of Rose’s bad acting. Ace was pretty easily tricked by that. “SHIT! Z-Zombie!” He screamed. Poor Levi was now sandwiched between Eden and Ace, and Levi himself semed a little off-put by the act.
“Tehehehe!” Veronika giggled at that.
“Wow. This is somehow worse than I could have even imagined. It’s almost funny.” David mumbled.
“Calm down Eden, you’re gonna burst a blood vessel.” Teruko said and pat Eden on the shoulder. Eden took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
“You’re right, Teruko.” Eden said. She shut her eyes and calmed down a bit before opened them again. She recoiled back, startled again.
“Oh gosh! It’s another zombie!” Eden cried out and pointed into a darker part of the area, where a set of yellow eyes were seen. This zombie, not being Rose, was standing in the dark. But suddenly, the person the eyes belonged to stepped out of the darkness.
“It’s just me, you dumb fuck!” David hissed, his voice drenched in venom before stalking off ahead.
“Sorry bro, but you can’t blame her, you do look kinda dead!” Whit agreed. David simply rolled his eyes. He was clearly only there to watch them suffer.
Veronika coughed into her hand, calling the attention back to herself.
“Now, where were we?” She asked no one but herself. “Ah yes… But some say that the chemical is still going around. And that one day soon, so very soon, there may be a repeat of history.” She said, her voice darkening into a low whisper.
And suddenly, the lights flashed, and a hologram was projected across the room. The hologram was of various undeads, courtesy of J and her special effects talent.
“What wonderful quality!” Arturo called out, immediately taking the chance to praise J.
“Waahah!” Eden cried out and hid behind Teruko, who just seemed to be confused. Ace looked like he was about to pass out, and the only reason he wasn’t on the ground was because Levi was now holding him up a bit.
“How… violent…” Charles murmured at the sight. “S-Still impossible.” He insisted.
David stared at the effect right in the face.
“See, this. This is why I hate humanity.” David stated offhandedly as he walked right through the CGI hologram creatures to the exit. He walked past Veronika and pressed the door open, revealing the light of day.
“Ah, well that’s all, folks! I hope you’ve all enjoyed this journey!” Veronika said and smiled brightly and yet sincerely. Veronika turned to the fourth wall, “Especially you all.” She added.
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Everyone had ended up leaving and going outside.
Ace was sitting on the steps of the Haunted House and was hunched over a trashcan given to him by Hu, while dry-heaving from how nervous the Haunted House made him. Levi was gently patting him on the back and holding back his hair for him.
Nico was asking Veronika a bunch of questions about the legends, becoming quite enthralled in it. Rose was sitting on the stairs as well, with Hu removing the make-up from her face. J was excitedly and proudly explaining the effects she used to Eden, Teruko, and Arturo. David had just left. Whit and Charles were just debating on if they could actually survive any of the scenarios, Charles using facts and logic, while Whit was still somehow winning the debate?
Veronika stood outside of her Haunted House and seemed very proud of her work.
A/N - Been writing a lot of angst recently so I just wanted to write about these little guys shivering in their timbers a bit. Today is Day Two of writing DRDT fics until I just can’t anymore and so far: light work, no reaction. Easy as pie. Simple. Silly.
#drdt#danganronpa despair time#danganronpa#danganronpa despair time fanfiction#danganronpa despair time fanfic#ace markey#levi fontana#veronika grebenshchikova#nico hakobyan#teruko tawaki#eden tobisa#charles cuevas#whit young#rose lacroix#arturo giles#j rosales#j moreno#hu jing
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