#CUTTING THE BELL STRING DOWN

[potahun]

Ep 33 of Nirvana in Fire, Xiao Jingyan and Mei Changsu just went through the worst divorce ever

#CUTTING THE BELL STRING DOWN #OUCH #OUCHHHHH #falling down on your way to stop your future emperor as he leaves you down the stairs and closes the doors on you #OUUUUUUUUCH #mei changsu how are you gonna recover from this one #nif #nif watching #he no longer wants you as his advisor

[akunoniwa]

Doctor's Note

Synopsis: In which you get diagnosed and treated by your local Dr. Demon

Pairing: Gaap (Ars Goetia) x fem!reader

Warnings: MDNI, essentially just... demon fucking...

WC: ~4.5k

He’d already know your body too well, exactly where to touch and how, seeing as he’s a seasoned doctor. It didn’t matter that you’d only visited him just this once, he knew exactly what ailed you. 

An excuse.

You’d read all about him, as you’d heard he takes phenomenal care of his patients, but an unusual sense of pride kept you from submitting to your curiosity. Until now.

“It’s strange…” He began, his voice buoyant despite its density. He’d done all of the typical procedures, asking about your medical history, taking your blood pressure, but he feigned ignorance of your real intent. He wanted to entertain your coyness, as it’s nothing new… But you seemed particularly delectable, as he recognized you’re not one easily swayed.

His wanting to change the subject naturally had you alert, waiting for him to continue with suspended brows.

“You’d made this appointment with an air of reasoning as if I’d find something wrong?” His eyes did not raise, as his gaze was focused on his pen lacing ink into quick, ornate letters on the report. The sound of the dextrous and hasty ballpoint imprinting strings of words onto the page somehow spoke of his personality to you… It was oddly fascinating to watch.

You were skeptical of this remark, as you’d made no obvious note of this being your motive, it’s merely a regular physical, “I just haven’t been keeping up with my health, and you were recommended to me…”

He gently huffed out what almost seemed to be a smug scoff, setting his clipboard on the counter behind him. You still sat propped up on the observation table, feeling almost infantilized by the way your feet barely reached the step-down.

“There’s just one last step, I need to check your lungs and heart…” You noted that he didn’t keep the stethoscope around his neck but rather it was hung on the wall. 

Within your reading up on him, you were quickly put on to why he was so ‘renowned’. Yes, he was genuinely an accomplished scholar, particularly in women’s health, but… Men and women alike would rave about how he’d ‘take care of them’ like no one else… You couldn’t snuff these thoughts out as he neared you from the side.

“If I may pry, who recommended me?” He hesitated to place the diaphragm against you. You felt disgusted by the way you were becoming increasingly aware of his proximity. 

“Just a coworker, we were chatting about how negligent I am when it comes to my doctor visits… I know I need to pay more attention.” You gave an earnest response, trying to dilute any suggestive thoughts, though they were growing unbearably potent.

He hummed in acknowledgment with a considering pout, carrying on with checking your upper back, the cold of the bell piece cutting through your blouse, “Deep breath in…” He guided, almost lifting you with his voice

“And despite having a previous physician, you chose me?” He paused, “Breathe out.” He repositioned the diaphragm slowly against your back. He noticed your breath was tense instantly, trying to stifle any satisfaction in this. Your heart rate undeniably went up as he neared questionable territory with his interrogating.

“I was intrigued, my last doctor was not the most compassionate.” Your reasoning was quick, perhaps justified, but he liked the way your breath hitched as he moved around your back.

“One last breath in…” His voice rose as if he was holding the same breath, “And out.”

He rounded to your front, standing before you, “Just breathe as you normally would here.” He placed the piece in the center of your chest as you tried to avoid looking directly at his face. He was so close, you were in his sphere of scent, a delicately botanic, smoky kind.

“I said to breathe normally.” He asserted again with a small grin, “You just cannot seem to relax…”

“A doctor’s office isn’t particularly comforting.” Your eyes shot as far away from seeing his expression as possible, your cheeks tarnished with faint embarrassment.

“Is that what it is? Your blood pressure was entirely normal earlier… Perhaps there is something amiss with you…” His words dragged and coiled around you, reminiscent of his handwriting, aptly stringing you along.

You’ve been caught, pressing your lips together in a bashful attempt to not say something ridiculous, “And what might that be.” You maintained a level tone as best as you could.

He still held the scope in place, enjoying how you writhed, your breaths smaller, not so much frantic, but unsteady. He was surely staring at your face from his elevated angle, you could feel his gaze on you as if you were an ant under a magnifying glass.

His prior facade of professionalism dropped elegantly like a theater curtain, heavy as he leaned into you, his lips inches from your ear, “You know exactly why you came here, how long would you like to continue rehearsing this scene?”

Your frenzied heart rate was enough to drive him wild, but he knew how to keep tempo.

“... I…,” You were at a loss, not wanting to hear much more of your meek voice. His heat radiated over your whole body, voice seeping into you.

“I’ll show you compassion just this once,” His words were bowed with an audible grin, “Only if you can report to me what exactly brought you here. Truly.” He finally hung the scope to idle around his neck, wanting to hear your every syllable, even if they wavered.

Your words certainly didn’t come easily, “I was curious why you’d received such appraise… And I wanted to find out for myself.”

“You know what I am and what I do, and still sit here as if I have to evaluate you to find out your pitiful deficiencies.” You hadn’t noticed your legs instinctually parted to allow him closer, “You want me to assess your body, in more ways than one.”

“Is this not malpractice, you acting this way, doctor?” Your voice had surely withered under the weight of anticipation.

He was more moved by your calling him ‘doctor’ than he should have been, as it’s something he hears all the time… Your voice, strained and borderline needy, rearranged the word in his mind, “I’ll give you any version of malpractice you prefer, darling.” He finally distanced his face to align with yours, seeing your slipping guise from inches away.

“What would you prescribe to someone with my so-called pitiful deficiencies?” You playfully continued the bit, you both intertwined in the teasing like strands of a rope.

“Hmm… I may need a closer look, after all, just to ensure… May I?” You were caught off guard by his genuine concern about touching you.

“I can’t just go home untreated, can I? Whatever you need to do to cure me of these deficiencies, please…” You realized you’d properly left your decency and pride tied to a light post outside of the clinic.

He took in a breath himself, overwhelmed by your eager presence… No demon should have this much power without checks and balances… He salivated at the thought of ravaging you, tipped by your trailed ‘please’.

His hand, gloved in blue latex, rose to rest against your cheek as he showed you a doting look, “Stand up for me…”

You managed to still have a tinge of reservation, hesitating for barely a second. But, you both knew why you were here, there were no secrets to hang onto. You obliged as his hand fell, he stepped back allowing you some room. You had to admit, you were susceptible to his towering height as he scanned over you, somehow the silence served more to tension than awkwardness.

“To ascertain accurate results… These lovely clothes just won’t do, I regret to say…” He continued his character pretending to be upset by this. He stepped into you once again, an index finger pulling at your belt to undo the buckle, snaking it off of you through the loops. Even the mere sensation of this in tandem with your anticipation was starting to gnaw at you.

Along with the stethoscope, he hung your belt around his neck, “Perhaps this could be useful… Go ahead and strip for me darling, this could serve my research well.”

You committed to this energy, removing everything that clouded your bare form as he watched, head cocked observingly as he leaned back against the counter. Only the sound of clothes slipping against skin flooded the space. His eyes swayed and lingered over every detail, his hands anchored to the counter’s edge at either side of him, looking nonchalantly imposing.

“Any prognosis?” You called to him as he had to tear his eyes from your body.

“Oh, it’s severe, seeing as you just willingly stripped naked for someone of my ilk.” He closed in on you again, unable to resist playing with you.

His rubbery hands reached to entrap you, starting from your ribcage, thumbs briefly brushing over your nipples. He spared no specific attention to any one thing, sliding down over your waist, to your hips. He watched his hands as you watched his faded eyes, even his blinks were languid as he felt you observing him.

“Turn around.” It was an order, but his voice still floated above your head as you obeyed, turning in his grasp.

He hummed, pleased as his touch rose to your shoulders, then dragged torturously to your ass. Although you were not instructed, it felt as if you were once again holding onto a breath, releasing as composed as you could manage as his hands groped your flesh, “These are quite nice… Typically they look better in a red… Or maybe…” His words wandered off to somewhere unknown, a hand rising to push at your upper back, forcing you to bend forward.

“You’re very compliant, darling.” You felt an acidic wave of lust roll through you at his thoughtless praise.

By the silence, you judged he was certainly made aware of your most deficient parts, your cunt probably more obviously intrigued than anything else.

“Hmm… This is most likely where your problem lies…” A latex-clad finger made faint contact with your clit, causing your thighs to twitch at the attention, to which he chuckled through his nose, “Severe indeed.” His hand pushed you down further causing you to be on maximum display as his feather-light touch grazed up to find your glistening hole. You bit your lip, but harder on a groan you attempted to constrict.

“Don’t hold back, I need you to communicate with me so I can know what’s wrong.” You were still caught up by how nice his fanned hand forcing you down onto the observation table made you feel, let alone his meandering touch. You could envision how lewd it looked, the image making you falter.

His index finger still lingered around your hole in no particular manner, as if he was genuinely taking note of your anatomy, “Surely you’re aware… Typically when your cunt is this soaked…” His upper half leaned over your folded form, wringing you out with his heady demeanor, “It means you desire something desperately.”

Your head inadvertently raised to try and close any gap between you, craning up in aroused dejection. You could feel him pressed against you, he was undoubtedly having his fun.

“Does this align with your symptoms?” A hand wound under your left arm, snaking to wrap underneath your jaw, forcing you closer to his voice, “Tell me.”

“Yes, doctor.” You choked out, noticing his eyes bloom when you called him that earlier, you decided to use your own trump card.

He groaned above you, his voice blanketing you, “There’s only one thing I know of to treat cases like yours…” He pushed his hips ever so slightly into your backside causing your eyes to flicker, “But you self-diagnosed before you even came to my clinic… Dirty little thing.”

He lifted himself to straighten, “It’s phenomenal, this human form… But it seems you are more excited by my barbaric, obscene interior…” A pair of fingers played at your hole once again, barely pushing into you, “You can’t be satiated by just a human… You want something more. Something diabolic.” Slowly, his fingers progressed as he continued to whirl on, driving you mad with his words.

He could feel that you were clenching, smiling with amusement, “Is this true? You’d prefer to be fucked by a beast like myself?”

How you’d answer that outright, you were initially unsure, but his fingers curled down, adeptly pushing into a perfect spot, “I-I… Yes, I would.” You loved the idea of him fucking you with his latex gloves, something about how sterilizing and surgical it felt.

“You’d like that?” He pressed, establishing a crawling pace with his hand.

“Yes, I’d like that.”

“Your cunt is so hot and wet, darling, you may just melt these gloves off…” He mused, basking in your pleasure.

You couldn’t help but let your body sway into his fingers, meeting his pace. Your whole being was throbbing, letting your satisfaction leave you as pants. You were growing more desperate to cum, wanting to coat his fingers with your release, though he pulled his hand away.

“Stand and turn for me, darling,” You did so, though slowly so as to not underestimate your delirium, forced to make eyes with him as he tasted you, “Utterly divine, you taste so sweet…”

You couldn’t help but feel scorn towards him, being made to watch him clean your juices thoroughly from his fingers, “Jesus…” He looked gorgeous, just like that.

“Not quite.” He jested, his fingertips reaching to play at your bottom lip until you allowed access, taking his lithe fingers in your mouth. He watched you intently, beyond himself as it set in that such a pretty little human would stoop so eagerly down to his level.

He gradually pulled his hand away, watching the way your lips wrapped so nicely until the heat of your mouth was but a ghost. He painted a trail of your saliva down your chin, making a mess of you, “Your breasts are lovely too, I must say.” 

He stretched his gloves off, exposing skin with markings that resembled black, veiny cracks. You were not repulsed, quite the contrary, his skin looked like a glass mosaic, his bare hands cupping your breasts. Feeling the rough texture of his skin against yours only amplified his effect.

“Your reactions are too much for me, it’s making it hard for me to keep composure…” He played at your nipples between his thumb and index, making you squirm.

“I didn’t come here for your composure.” You placed your hands on his kintsugi skin, hoping to urge him on.

“I am… well aware, darling.” His hands left you, shouldering off his lab coat, setting your belt to still be within reach, “You’ll need to be fucked back into health.”

As he continued to remove his work attire, he continued to reveal his increasingly onyx skin, the closer to his chest, the more dense the black. It was incredible, you couldn’t help but gawk, to which he smirked almost sheepishly, “Why don’t you sit pretty for me back on the table…”

You were balancing on his every command at this point, loving the feeling that embraced your body in this moment. You hopped back up on the table to face him, spreading your legs to taunt him. He moved routinely to his lower half, adoring how you watched as his trousers fell for him to push aside along with his shoes. You wouldn’t say you were shocked, but his cock was surely not human, three knots that staggered in increasing size from his tip to the base. Immediately, the irresistible thought of him pushing you open, feeling those crevices move your insides… You didn’t think you could grow any wetter.

“I love that expression you’re wearing… The only thing I’ll allow.” His hand wrapped around himself, pumping his bulbous length. You had a paradoxically innocent urge to simply stroke him, of course never having seen this before. You felt sordid for being turned on at the sight of him touching himself right before you.

You took it upon yourself to let a hand find your clit, seeing if this would induce any reaction from him. It most certainly did, an inferno sparked in his chest, let alone his cock, as he watched you play with yourself so deviantly. He was debating… Should he keep dragging you around with his antics… Or are you in such a grave state that you must be cured right this instant? His own heart raved at the possibilities, mind flooded with a mirage of your pretty body doing such horrific things for him.

“What’s on your mind…?” He asked, his hand still cycling in a fluid motion in a stalemate.

“You.” You grinned, “What’s this cure you spoke of?”

Your being direct stoked him, causing him to chuckle deep from his chest, “I think I need to cure you until you’re properly bedridden, darling.”

You pushed your middle and ring finger into your beckoning cunt as you propped a leg up on the table, causing his eyes to immediately shoot to yours, almost in warning, “Please, doctor, I’m at your mercy.”

He let out an undeniable scoff this time, taking a few steps to near you as he grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away, “I fucking hate how you call me that.” He aligned the tip of his alien-looking cock with your hole, that being enough to send shockwaves through you, “Keep doing it.” 

He decided to channel his teasing into you, only pushing his girthy tip inside at a molasses pace, finally coaxing out the most beautiful sounds from you. You both had unanimous thoughts of how good the other felt, your pussy was impossibly soft and plush, his length surprisingly velvety as he angled himself to hit that same delicious spot. You felt your hole stretch around his first, modest knot as he’d continuously remove himself completely to shove himself back inside you.

“Do you think you need more? How do you feel, darling?” His hand gripped your thigh that still rested on the table, squeezing out your reply.

“It feels so good, doctor, but…”

He was awed by the fact you could still be embarrassed to express your needs, he found it almost endearing, “But…?” He pulled out to admire his tip glistening with your creamy slick, waiting for you.

He was going to make you say it, regardless. Even just the sight of his shaft that curved upward so enticingly made you quiver, “I need more.” God, you sounded so whiny and small.

His strong grip on your thigh was alarming, but not unexpected as his first knot slid in with ease once more, though the second demanded more of you. Paired with the stretch, he was starting to push fairly deep into you, finally starting to reorganize your insides as you imagined. You couldn’t tie down a labored ‘fuck’ as he began to thrust at a steady pace. Every time he pushed back into you, an indescribably foreign feeling of being perfectly spread by each knot exploded inside you. You decided to place your hands on his shoulders to keep balance as he hunched over your starved form.

Your moans were of a heavenly timbre he’d never know otherwise as he experimented with pace and angle to see which would make you sing. Your wetness coated the very beginning of his final, large knot as he thrust into you, but you couldn’t imagine it actually managing to fit. Because of its shape, his cock accentuated the squelches from your cunt, the crude sounds seeming to bounce off the walls.

He found another spot deep inside you, concocting a burn, itch, smolder… Every sensation was being triggered as he sheathed into you repeatedly, knowing he had found your sweetest spot, “You can’t even cry… How adorable…” His hand found your cheek once more as his eyes seemed to reach into you, cradling your gaze.

He wasn’t unfazed, in fact, your broken moans were like shards of glassy pleasure in his lower abdomen, he felt deific as he took you. And you took him so well… He’d almost plead to the gods himself if it meant that you’d clench onto him like this eternally. For a demon, he was quite considerate, as he’d never force you, but he wanted so desperately for you to absorb all he had, his final knot prodding at your cunt.

His hands slid to your knees, urging you to wrap your legs around his torso, lifting you as soon as you followed. Gravity lent itself to the intensity as you were slammed down onto him, his hands spread on either side of your ass. While you found yourself nearly unable to make a sound, finally he seemed to begin to crack, his deep moans touching a whole new kind of place inside you.

“You look so cute, your wasted expression…” He held you with one arm wrapped around your back, his other hand playing with your lips, “I wonder how sweet you look when you cum…?”

You could only give him an imploring look, your body being split open.

“My sick little darling…” You felt his final knot manage to slip in a bit further, causing you to cry out in pleasure, “Cum on my cock…” His voice wavered in time with his thrusts.

If you were to refer to any orgasm as explosive, this could be the only one, having never been spread that wide. Luckily he could easily support your form as you convulsed and shattered around him. You could almost immediately be thrown over again as his last knot slipped entirely inside your cunt.

“F-fuck, darling–” He stammered, his face contorted with frustration as he tried not to cum just yet wanting to prolong this moment. You felt so complete as he held you, your head resting on his void for a chest, warming his knots. You wanted to feel his searing load paint your insides, but he merely held your hips in place as you felt his cock tremble inside you.

He managed to move, setting you back down on the table letting you lay back.

“How do you feel…?” His words sounded as if they were squashed and dragged under a shoe, so incredibly tense as he gave your gleaming body a once… or twice over.

You couldn’t control how your cunt continued to squeeze, “So good…”

He wanted more. More of your voice, more of your touch. He decided to pull out, painstakingly slow, somehow, much to his surprise, managing not to implode. You both shared a groan of delight as the sliding friction tore at each other. A ring of your creamy sweet decorated the base of his cock, he watched as your wetness seemed to pour from you as he vacated your hole.

You wanted him to feel good… You had a fiery urge to ensure he was satisfied, almost to a point of not being able to recognize your own mind’s voice.

“Can you stand up one last time… for me?” He sounded pathetic… No human had ever obliterated his senses like this before, he didn’t think it was possible. He found humans to be amusing little toys… Not that you weren’t, but…

You obliged without question, watching as he turned away briefly to grab your belt. Of course his body was chiseled, something he knew appealed to mortal toys like yourself, you got another chance to study him until he faced you again.

He grabbed your wrists, binding them with your belt, and raised them above your head in one hand. He turned you with his other, walking you to the landscape window in his third-story office, having always wanted to do something like this. A foot or two away, he stopped, pressing your top half forward at your wrists, the side of your face and breasts pressed against the freezing glass. You felt so shameless… And so empty as you waited for him to fill you.

“Do you like being humiliated?” His familiar tip danced at your used hole, “Answer.” His domineering words ignited you.

“By you.” You answered candidly, words slightly distorted from your face being held against the window.

“Such a good, slutty little patient you are.” He plunged the entirety of his cock back into you swiftly, obsessed with how his largest knot was absorbed so easily.

“I want you to cum inside me, doctor…” You whined impatiently, completely lost in him.

“I’m sure you fucking do.” His words were shredded between his teeth, “You’d love that. I wish someone could see how fucking bad you want my cum.”

“Please…” You urged him to move, still in disbelief that he buried himself so far.

He was nearly at his own wit’s end, thrusting himself up into you, his hips colliding forcefully against your ass. His free hand was soldered to your waist, ensuring you remain as a statue in this unpleasant pose, it being uncomfortable somehow adding to the storm surge brewing inside you.

“Are you going to cum again, darling?” Your eyes were squeezed shut, just nodding worthlessly against the glass as he cooed so sinfully. “I love seeing you dance so beautifully on my cock, give me all of you.”

His tactic of plunging his entire length into you repeatedly was something you were particularly susceptible to, his knots rolling effortlessly through you, “Fuck… Yes...” His voice was as smoky as his scent, fogging your mind. He slammed into you one final time, holding you tightly against him as you both reached your highs. His thick seed was so hot, coating your walls so deliciously, his pants raining down against your back. You felt strangely resolved like you had served a divine purpose by receiving his cum so impossibly deep.

He pulled your body close by your bound wrists, his chest flush with your back, potting sweet kisses from your neck to your shoulder. It felt as if you could nearly be bound to his pelvis from how tightly you were wound around his shaft. A hand dragged down, letting your arms finally rest as he delicately caressed your breasts, your head falling back against the top of his chest.

“I think you may need a follow-up evaluation,” He cracked softly near your ear, “Your case is particularly serious.”

#wrote this a while ago and tried putting it up on other past blogs... #gaap #ars goetia #monster fucker #monster smut #demon smut #demon x fem!reader #demon x reader #作文

[reidsgirly]

invisible string.

pairing ! - spencer reid x fem!baker!reader

synopsis ! - spencer likes you, but can’t make the first move to save his life. so it’s up to you now, isn’t it?

word count ! - 1.2k

cw ! - prob inaccurate descriptions of a bakery, no use of y/n, readers bakery is called cake n’ cookies cause why not

It all started when Garcia came in with a dozen doughnuts from a bakery the team had never heard of. Spencer thought they were the best doughnuts he’d had in his entire life.

“Garcia,” Spencer started, “where’d you get these from? These are amazing.”

“Oh my gosh! I’m so glad you asked!” she gushed. “This bakery that just opened down the street and their doughnuts are obviously amazing! I’m obsessed with their Frappuccinos, you should really try them sometime! Or maybe just get some coffee cause’ you’re boring ol’ Spencer”

He kept the bakery in the back of his mind for a later time.

Two weeks later, he found himself standing inside the very same bakery Garcia spoke so highly of. 

At the sound of the bell chiming, you come running out of the kitchen, with your hair tied up in a high ponytail. You had on a white and blue floral apron, splotches of flour all across it. Spencer thought you were one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen, and even that was an understatement.

“Hi.” you greet him. “What can I get you today?”

“Uh, can I get a chocolate frosted doughnut with sprinkles?” God, he was awkward with the simplest of requests.

“Would that be all for you, sir?”

“Yeah, thank you.” he smiled. Spencer Reid smiles. Not the awkward, forced smile he does, but a genuine smile. He smiles at the woman giving him a doughnut.

“Of course! I’ll be right back with that.” you responded, your face painted with glee.

As he waited, Spencer had nothing better to do than look around at the various cupcakes, cakes, and other pastries you had displayed around your store. The plants you had dotted around. The tiny tables with even tinier chairs. 

He found this place to be adorable.

After five minutes, you skipped back into view with his doughnut in a tiny white box, with a pretty pink ribbon tied around it.

“That’ll be $2.32!” you smiled at him, again. That damn smile. 

Spencer gave you the designated amount while still smiling, grabbed his box, and before he could make his way out, you spoke out to him.

“Have a great day, sir!” you smiled at Spencer for the third time that day. 

“You too.” Spencer waved at you before he made his departure.

He walked into work with a bigger smile than usual that day.

“What’s got you all happy?” Garcia questioned him upon seeing the unusually large grin on his face.

Before Spencer could even respond, she cut him off. 

“Oh my god! You went to cake n’ cookies and didn’t get me anything? How could I possibly forgive you? But enough about me, you’ve seen the lovely lady working there, right? She’s so sweet and pretty and she knows my name!” she raved on about the bakery.

“Alright sweetheart, give the boy wonder a break.” Morgan stepped in (admittedly saving Spencer from Garcias’ ranting.)

“He went to cake n’ cookies without me! How can I possibly give him a break?” Garcia whined, dramatic as she always is.

Spencer made his way to his desk, all while thinking about what Garcia said about you. Well, you were a pretty woman, but he certainly didn’t have any time for romantic affairs on the side. 

But he could make time, couldn’t he?

The second time Spencer found himself in your bakery was to buy his mother a strawberry doughnut.

He assumed she’d like the place as much as he did, and he wanted her to try it at least once.  

“Hello again!” you greet Spencer. “What is it today, sir?” He was slightly surprised that you remembered his face, even though it’s been a couple of months since he last visited your bakery. 

You had your hair tied in the same ponytail as last time, only this time your floral apron was clean. It wasn’t that much of a difference, but Spencer noticed it.

“Can I get a strawberry frost doughnut?”

“Ooh, that’s new. Of course! I’ll be right back with that!”

You disappeared into your kitchen, allowing Spencer to look around your bakery for the second time. 

This time, he noticed how your tables and chairs were now decorated with lace and the candles and teapots and teacups you had lined on the shelf behind the counter were new.

He also noticed the plants you have lined up outside, just on both sides of the entrance. 

Spencer is so entranced in all the latest decorations of your bakery, that he barely notices you return with his treats. 

You skipped out with his doughnut in your iconic white box and pink frilly ribbon.

“That’ll be $2.92!” you smiled at him like you did the last time he was here. You caught him off guard but in the best way possible.

He gave you the designated amount once again, and took his box, all while smiling at you. 

“Have a great day sir! See you soon!” you exclaimed.

“You too.” he said cheerfully and waved as he did the last time. 

Spencer knew he’d be coming back soon, maybe too soon for his liking. 

The third time Spencer finds himself in your bakery is to buy Garcia a dozen for her birthday. He knew how much she adored your bakery and couldn’t think of a better gift than a dozen sugary sweets for her. 

This time around, you had a few more customers than the previous two times he’d come here. It wasn’t odd, but it didn’t feel normal. 

“Hey handsome,” you greeted him, handsome was new. A good new. “what can I get you today?”

“Can I get a dozen chocolate rainbow doughnuts?”

“Fun. What’s the occasion?” you questioned him again while writing down his order. 

“A friend’s birthday.” Now he was the one smiling at you, once again.

“Fancy, coming right up with that!”

This time after you disappear into your kitchen, Spencer doesn’t take a look around. Instead, he nervously taps his foot while waiting for you to come back. 

You skip out as you always do, and Spencer is already digging through his wallet for his money before you can even tell him his amount. He wanted to get to Garcia as soon as possible to celebrate with her as she did for him.

“It’ll be $6.27 today!”

He hands you the money silently, and quickly gets his dozen to give Garcia.

“Oh, and tell your friend I said happy birthday!” you say to him on his way out, and he can’t help the way his heart swells and the small gesture. You didn’t even know his friend and you were wishing her a happy birthday. Yeah, it was common courtesy but it just felt different coming from you. 

“I will. Have a good one.”

“You too!” is the last thing he hears your overly-enthusiastic voice say to him before he leaves. 

After he makes it to the office, sets down the box, and opens it for inspection, he notices a little note tucked in the corner of the box.

Call me sometime, handsome.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

+ BONUS

“What’s got you all smiley, genius?” Morgan questions. 

“The lady from the bakery gave me her number.” he responds, half shocked and half amused. 

“My man,” Morgan pats him on the shoulder, “finally getting some play.”

“What happened?” JJ asked as she came from the kitchen, Garcia following suit. 

“Boy wonder finally got a girls number.”

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #criminal minds x fem!reader #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds imagine #₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

[gaybae1021]

Took a shot at drawing the Stardew Valley bachelorettes!

Maybe I’ll do the bachelors, I’m not as confident with drawing guys though. I definitely have ideas for some of them…

Individual pics and thought process under the cut:

Made penny’s outfit a bit more teacher-like and gave her a big comfy cardigan because the girl needs something nice. Tried to make her a bit chunky to match what I imagine Pam’s body type would be, but she’s honestly so swallowed by the sweater her chub doesn’t really show through lol.

Probably wins for biggest change from canon, but she was my first spouse so she deserved something special, and the idea of hot pink bell bottom jeans was too good to pass up. Also added a bag for her camera, she may be a fashionista but she’s still practical.

Short queen.

Overall I just tried to make her look more like an inventor. So things like the motor oil stains and capped boots for safety, plus ample pockets for bolts and wires. Oh and I gave her more textured hair, though I tried to keep the overall square shape language it had originally.

Also her and Sebby both have dimples from Robin.

Probably the design Im least satisfied with. I knew I wanted Leah to be more butch from the start, but I do thing it strayed a bit far from her characterization, especially with her loved gifts suggesting she has a more lavish taste.

Gave her some gray streaks, implying that she got a bit worn down from city life. I also gave her a tattoo, I thought it fit her living in the city. I imagine a heart event would have her cover it up with something more naturey and personal.

My second wife! This one is pretty consistent with other designs I’ve seen, though I think I still added my own spin to it.

I personally don’t believe the wizard theory, so I made her natural hair match Pierre’s.

Also the scar isn’t from anything cool, I like to think she just tripped as a baby. But she’ll tell a different crazy story anytime someone asks.

I love how different the depictions of Emily are, I’ve seen them range from graceful crystal goddess to full on manic pixie dream girl. Obviously my version is closer to the latter, though I tried to balance that out with a sense of maturity, given her job as a bartender. I love her being a giant string bean, like she’s bent over in the pose so she doesn’t look too much taller than the others, but I imagine she’s like 6’ 1”. Also she has a gem bracelet, to symbolize all the rocks I gifted her.

#stardew valley #stardew fanart #stardew penny #stardew haley #stardew maru #stardew leah #stardew abigail #stardew emily #stardew bachelorettes #abigail stardew valley #penny stardew valley #haley stardew valley #maru stardew valley #leah stardew valley #emily stardew valley #sdv bachelorettes #sdv fanart #sdv #sdv penny #sdv haley #sdv maru #sdv leah #sdv abigail #sdv emily

[lunarmoves]

in the aftermath of the pizzaplex's fire and your acquisition of a new roommate, you had yet to grow accustomed to a little... quirk of theirs that you hadn't expected to arise: their need to be in the same room as you all the time.

which wouldn't be a problem in itself if it wasn't literally every. single. room. in your apartment.

"sun!" you snapped as you heard the telltale sound of your bathroom door creaking open over the pattering stream of your shower. you were pretty sure you'd locked it. "come on, again?! what did i say about privacy?"

you could see his silhouette emerge through your curtain, tall and slender. a huff escaped your lips as you peeked around its edge to see him standing in the fluorescent lighting of your bathroom. his hands were clasped together in front of his chest and his eyes immediately latched onto your face with a little twitch.

there was a small pause as you frowned at him. then he spoke with a mild inflection to his voice. "you were taking too long."

"sun," you said, exasperation thickly lining your words, "i was in here for barely five minutes."

his rays spun slightly to the left, eyes creasing as he squinted at you. "that's five minutes too long!"

you had to resist the urge to drag a hand down your face. sun only watched you, something ephemeral passing over his faceplate that you couldn't quite catch. you sighed and ducked back behind the curtain. "fine! stay there while i finish, please."

you knew from past experience that he wouldn't leave no matter how much you threatened him, so—utterly resigned as you were—you let him hang around as you sped through the rest of your shower. his shadow swayed side to side idly, gaze no doubtfully still latched onto the little gap where your curtain stretched desperately to reach the wall. you kept an eye on it just in case.

with a squeak of the faucet, you turned off the shower and squeezed out some of the water from your hair. then you reached out to grab your towel hanging from a hook just beyond the curtain, pulling it quickly towards you so you could pat yourself dry and wrap it around your body.

and with reluctance lining your fingers, you dragged the curtain to the side and blinked up at sun standing closer than before—hands twisting themselves together.

he grinned down at you, head bowed forwards. a white pupil stared down at you against a backdrop of indecipherable grey. "done?"

"yes," you huffed and reached out a damp hand to push against his chassis. he moved to the side with your ministrations as you stepped out of the bath and made to grab the clothes you'd set on the sink's counter. before you could, though, sun reached out a large hand and swept the bundle into his grasp.

you gave him the stink eye, but he only spun his rays eagerly at you. "allow me, friend!"

"fine, fine." you rolled your eyes and exited the bathroom, not bothering with the lights since sun would flick them off as he followed. you beelined straight for your room, your lithe sun-shaped shadow sticking closely behind you.

"just dump those in the hamper." you waved towards said hamper as you walked over to your dresser to start pulling out your pajamas.

"can do!" sun saluted and made his way over to it to toss your clothes inside. the bells attached to his wrists gave a little jingle as he did so.

you picked out a large shirt and tossed a glance at sun over your shoulder, where he stood in the middle of your room and watched you with those blank eyes of his. "remember what i told you, bud? give me literally two minutes to change."

sun swayed on his feet a little, a sort of unwillingness sticking to his wired frame. "but—"

"sun," you said in a way that left no room for argument. you pinned him with a serious look and pointed to the ajar door. "out."

like something straight out of a kid's cartoon, sun slumped forward, arms hanging loosely in front of him like a puppet cut from its strings. you had to suppress an eye roll at his theatrics. "heartbreak be my downfall in the end! oh woe is me!" you followed after him with a snort as he sighed loudly and turned slowly around to trudge out your room. "does love not sway your actions against me—"

"yeah, yeah," you interrupted him once he'd passed over the threshold of your bedroom and turned around to give you as much of a puppy-eyed look as he could for a seven foot robot. "two minutes, man."

before he could distract you again with some dramatic tirade, you shut the door in his face and locked it. for certain, this time. you eyed the knob, then trudged deeper into your room to go through your nightly routine. a glance at your door showed a shadow lingering just outside of it and you huffed quietly.

hair was dried, lotion was applied to your skin. you tugged your undergarments and pants over your legs before grabbing onto your shirt. and just as you were about to tug it on, you heard a faint click.

your gaze immediately snapped over to your bedroom door, and you had just enough time to throw your shirt on before a familiar face poked through the gap. rays spun impishly at you as you placed your hands on your hips and glared at the perpetrator. "dude, seriously?"

"two minutes were up!" sun replied defensively and stepped further into your bedroom. his grin was stretched wide over his face, gaze firmly cemented onto your own.

you pinched at the bridge of your nose. "sun. you really need to give me more privacy. i have boundaries and you need to respect them, okay? both of you." lord knew moon wasn't any better.

sun cocked his head at you, the quiet of your room disrupted only by a quiet whirr that came from his chassis. and there it was again—that look that glossed over his face too quickly for you to decipher properly. you shifted uncomfortably, damp hair sticking to the back of your neck.

"privacy," he mused quietly to himself. then, after the drop of a beat "we do not understand it."

"we have had this conversation before, i'm sure." you sighed with all the exhaustion of someone who had too much to deal with too soon.

"yes," he agreed easily, approaching your form closer until he stood mere feet away. a chill settled around you, accentuated by the way sun watched you attentively. "we still do not understand."

you opened your mouth to go through your usual spiel, but before you could, sun bent forward so that his face was level with your own. your jaw clicked shut as you were forced to stare into pinprick pupils threatening to drag you under.

"we do not understand," sun whispered, and the change was so stark that your heart stuttered in your chest. "we have given you all that we are and more," he mulled in a clipped manner, inscrutable. "bared ourselves to you. bent backwards at your every call and whim." his gaze pierced through you in an unyielding strike.

you pursed your lips together, something cold settling itself in your chest. "i didn't—"

but he cut across you before you could finish, his eyes widening in an intense stare that you had a difficult time uncovering where this was all coming from. his smile grew taut like a string about to snap.

"it is only fair you return the favor, friend."

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[saylorsaysstop]

Dessert Plans | Jason Todd 18+

↪ Masterlist (Jason) | Masterlist (Dick)

pairing: Jason Todd x female!Reader

The scent of rosemary and garlic fills the space of your apartment, causing your mouth to water and your stomach to grumble. A long day spent confined to a classroom teaching a bunch of tired and grumpy 7th graders had you summoning for the bell to ring and for the day to be over. Luckily, it was also Friday, so you had a long weekend ahead. 

But back to that delicious scent. Your mouth continues to water as you slip out of your shoes and put your bag down by the door. The sound of singing echoes from your kitchen. A grin plasters your face as the speaker plays Anti-Hero. 

Jason, at first, would never admit that songs belonging to a world-renowned popstar would escape his lips but you caught him red-handed one too many times until he realized that he couldn’t hide it from you. 

“Jay?” you call out to your boyfriend. His back turned to you, you make out the outline of pure muscle that strains beneath his gray t-shirt. It clings to him and cuffs around his biceps. You groan softly at the sight of him. Jason Todd is gorgeous. Undoubtedly, you scored quite literally the jackpot of men with his generosity, need to protect, and dangerously good looks.

His head turns swiftly, the last string of the chorus leaving his lips. 

“Baby,” Jason chuckles, spatula in hand. He glances between you and whatever is on the stovetop behind him. He quickly cuts the heat down to a low simmer before making his way over to you. Strong arms engulf you, the smell of leather and smoke crowding your senses in what can only be described as euphoric. 

You lazily tangle your arms around his waist and smother your face against his chest where you lightly kiss the patch of skin that peeks through the V of his t-shirt. 

“How was your day?” Jason asks, kissing the top of your head. He stands much taller than you, practically swallowing you. Dick loved to joke about your drastic height difference, poking fun by asking, “Hey? Where is she? I don’t see her.” when you’re standing behind Jason. 

“Exhausting,” you chuckle in response. “We had an exam review today. I’ve got high hopes they’ll all pass but you know how it goes.” 

Jason smiled and took your hand, leading you to the barstool that sits in front of the counter. “Go on, take a seat. I’ll pour you a glass of wine.” 

“Sounds lovely, Jay. What are you making? Smells amazing.” you breathe a sigh of relief when the ache in your feet subsides the moment you take a seat. Jason grabs a wine glass from the top shelf with perfect ease and confiscates the bottle of wine from the fridge. He pours you a glass and sets it in front of you before returning to his work at the stove. 

“Your favorite. Garlic potatoes and rosemary chicken.”

Groaning with excitement, Jason laughs. 

“No patrol tonight?” You question, sipping the wine. There are many nights when you come home and Jason is getting ready to join Dick and Tim. The early hours of the morning are when you’d feel the bed dip and strong arms wrap around you, bringing you to his chest, your neck smothered with his hot mouth and his large limbs tangling with yours. But nights like this– they were few and far between. But Jason valued romance and wanted nothing more than to keep it alive. He wanted to make up for the moments he missed. It took him so long to find someone worth it, someone to relieve him of his stress, to remind him that he didn’t have to carry his burdens alone on his back. 

A new side of Jason was born when you two came together. A light came on within him and it shone brightly. He was quite the comedian, oftentimes using his death as a means to humor his brothers and Bruce. There have been countless times Jason reminded Bruce and his brothers at the dinner table at Wayne Manor that he had the up on them because he had seen death. Cue the jabbing of your elbow into his side and him bursting out laughing.

“Nope. I’m all yours.” Jason smiled widely at you. “Told the boys I had a hot date.”

Scoffing, you roll your eyes. “A hot date–really?” 

“Mmhm. The hottest woman in all of Gotham City… Told them I was hoping she could put me in detention tonight…” 

Your eyes widen as Jason saunters back over and takes a sip from your wine, his nose scrunching up. “Shit. That’s horrible.” 

You snatch the stem out of his hand and push him back with your foot.“Stick to the hard stuff, Todd. Leave my poison alone. And detention? Since when did you like role-playing?”

Jason smirks with a sparkle in those green eyes that promises to be your downfall. With two large hands, he reaches out and skims them under the hem of your skirt. Calloused fingertips ignite fires along the skin of your thighs as Jason reaches as far as the fabric will allow him. He digs into the supple flesh and grunts, shaking his head. 

“There’s always room to try something new, baby. You know that.” he leans forward and captures your lips for a kiss. You hum and set the wineglass down so you can give your all into the kiss. His tongue glides with yours. You lay one hand over the back of his neck while the other cups his cheek. Jason hums deliciously, the vibrations sending shockwaves into your lower belly until the floodgates threaten to open. 

“Let’s get through dinner, yeah? Then you’re all mine.” Jason pulls away, leaving you breathless. 

“What’d you have in mind?” You can’t help but ask, eyelashes fluttering at the dizziness overcoming you. 

Jason does that thing you love so much that he slowly undresses you with his eyes. He starts at your face before trailing down your blouse and eyeing your chest before he travels his gaze down the journey of your stomach until his mind is locked on the image of you naked and ready for him, a sight that fits the term glorious. 

“I’m going to clean up this kitchen and while I do so, you’re going to put on that little red lace set you know drives me crazy… I want you relaxed and feeling sexy because, after that, you’re due back in this kitchen for dessert.” 

Your eyes widen as you sink your teeth into your lip. “What kind of dessert?” 

Jason tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and nips your bottom lip quickly. 

“The one between your thighs, baby. My favorite. I’m going to spread you so wide on this table and eat you until you’re begging for me to stop. Until you’re so spent that the only name you’re able to moan is mine… Until my need is satiated. Want you to come so hard on my tongue that every night I’m out on patrol this week, I’ll remember your taste… That’s the dessert I’ve got planned for you.” He winks before kissing you quickly on the cheek and returning to the stove.

“Jason,” You gasp, your core throbbing at his imagery. 

“Hope you’re hungry.” Jason shoots you another wicked smile before grabbing plates and fixing dinner.

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[katebishopshands]

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A Nonsense Christmas 🎄

Kate Bishop/reader

“Lookin at you got me thinkin Christmas”

The holidays have really gotten to you. Busy with classes and the usual holiday shenanigans has led you to spending barely any time with your favorite archer. Christmas being her favorite time of year, Kate invites you over to help decorate her apartment , what kinds of nonsense could you two get into while you’re at it??

(18+, fluff and smut)

((Inspired by Sabrina Carpenters song of the same title))

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New York during Christmas time was both the most magical time of the year, and the worst. Between the typical holiday hustle and bustle and then the inflated tourist population that all come to gawk at the Rockefeller tree, the sidewalks were packed full.

Pushing and shoving your way through the crowd, you attempted to balance two cups of hot coffee in your hands without spilling. The typical carolers were out, men and women in Santa hats ringing bells for the Salvation Army. The wind licking at your nose, making it begin to lose feeling and turning it a bright red.

It was just a few more blocks to Kates apartment. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been over to hers. It was normally her coming over to your place as of recently. Between spending time with your family and your college finals, time for just you and Kate had become few and far between. You missed her, you really did. And with the superhero gig, it was hard to not be worried about her when you didn’t see her every day.

Having a superhero as a girlfriend was no easy feat, sometimes the only time you’d see her during the week was a quick glimpse of her on the news. Of course you talked daily, but you craved to be face to face with her for a little bit.

Kates building came into view. Her invite over was warmly welcomed, as she promised a night of takeout, decorating her apartment for Christmas and some quality time with each other. You could afford a night off of homework duty to spend it with Kate. Christmas was her favorite holiday after all.

“Guess who??” You said as your knuckle pressed the rusty, paint chipped buzzer that connected to Kates apartment.

“Oh my god !” Came through the buzzer, the last half of god being cut up so it sounded more like “ gof” .

Another buzzer sounded, signaling to you that the door was unlocked and you could head up.

Still very carefully, as you had two coffees in hand, you opened the door and made your way up. Not a ton of people lived in her complex, probably had something to do with the fact that it was above a dingy pizza parlor or the fact that Kate had literally doxed herself and gotten Molotov cocktails thrown through her windows last Christmas.

As you turned the corner to her hallway you could hear Christmas music playing from her unit. You chuckled to yourself as you continued down the hall to her door. A shitty “Merry Christmas!” welcome mat stared up at you as you stood infront of her apartment. You fumbled with your keys for a moment, finding the spare key Kate had given to you when you started dating. Inserting it into the lock, you let yourself in.

Kates back was turned to you, preoccupied with stringing a row of clumped up colored lights on the tree that sat in the corner of her living room. You smiled a little bit to yourself, as you watched her for a moment. She cursed quietly to herself as she found a knot of lights.

“Fuck” she muttered as she threw down the lights, accepting defeat.

“Katie…” you giggled, setting the coffee down on her kitchen counter.

Her head whips around, blue eyes locking onto yours. Before you know it she’s across the room. Her arms wrap around you, squeezing you close to her. She picks you up slightly, leaning back so your toes just barely graze the ground.

You breathe her in for a moment. She smells like clean laundry and her usual lavender chai perfume. She’s warm, she always is but it’s welcomed more than usual against your cold face and hands.

Kate sets you down, leaning back to get a better look at you. She’s all teeth as she grins at you.

Her hands go to your face, calloused fingers rubbing over your chilled cheeks. She’s kissing you. Sweet and slow. You kiss her back, letting yourself melt into her. Your hands finding a home in her hair monetarily.

“I missed you” she pulls away momentarily before going back in for another peck,

“So so much” she continues the next time she pulls away.

“I missed you too” you smile at her, letting one of your hands rest on her face.

She’s wearing a dark blue sweater and light jeans. Her dark hair is down in loose curls. Some festive reindeer antlers sit atop her head. She looks cute.

“You’re cold” Kate frowns at you , her arms wrapped around your waist, holding your hips flush together. You shake your head laughing a little,

“Well yeah, I walked here from class..and it’s December..in New York”

“Touché” Kate shrugs, removing her arms from your hips.

At this point Lucky had realized that you had arrived, getting up from his bed and wedging himself between you and Kate.

“Awh how’s my best boy?” You say as you kneel, making sure to scratch at his ears . Kate had put him in a festive bandana, red and green stripes popping on his golden coat.

“And you’re not gonna ask how your best girl is?” Kate feigns offense as she hangs your jacket up next to hers. You roll your eyes at her, standing up and brushing dust off your knees.

“And how is my best girl?” Hands on your hips as you look expectantly at her. You make sure to exaggerate your words to highlight how ridiculous she’s being

“Much better now that you’re here” she wraps an arm around your waist again, pressing another kiss to your lips.

She’s smiles into it, and you do too. Just existing in her apartment with her eases you a bit. Feeling like some form of normalcy has been regained.

“Mhm, I got you something” you say as you pull away, reaching over to grab her her drink.

“Shut up” she says as she takes the hazelnut latte from your hand. She lets go of you for a moment, only to grab onto your hand and guide you over to her living room.

That was one of your favorite things about Kate, her want and almost need to always be touching you in someway. It was so sweet. Either her nonchalantly holding your hand, playing with your fingers as you sat on the couch, playing with your hair. It was disgustingly endearing and sweet, as was much of your relationship with her.

“So we kinda have a problem” Kate sips on her drink as she looks from the pile of lights on the floor to you.

“I didn’t untangle them before I put them on the tree, and now I have a giant knot, and I think we have to take all the lights off to get the knot out” she grins at you, it’s a shit eating one.

“Katie…” you sigh at her, already defeated . She takes another sip of her drink and smiled at you again,

“I love you” she says and she hands you the light clump.

“Mhm…sure you do” you groan taking the lights from her hand. She practically vibrates with excitement as she pecks your cheek as a thank you.

It takes you two at least an hour to untangle and remove the lights from the tree. It would’ve taken half that time but Kate had decided that undoing the knot was a two player game, and let’s just say that knot undoing was not Kate’s strong suit.

You catch up on each others lives, asking Kate about Clint and if the mysterious Yelena had made an appearance in her life yet again.

Kate’s convinced that she made Yelena up in her head because she hasn’t seen or heard from her since Christmas last year, but you’re not convinced. Rolling with avengers pulls all kinds of sketchy characters, so it’s perfectly believable that Kate had met a real life black widow assassin.

“And how were your classes today?” Kate looks up from placing an ornament on the tree. You groan, not wanting to relive the hard day of finals you had.

“The worst. I think that professor is going to fail me”

Kate scoffs.

“That’s literally impossible, you’re like the smartest girl ever” her gaze softens as she looks at you.

“I dunno, this professor really thinks the opposite of that” you shrug, continuing to decorate the tree. Kate sighs and rolls her eyes, making her way over to you. She wraps her arms around your center and rests her head on your shoulder . You give a content sigh as you rock slightly with Kate, continuing to decorate the tree. She hums along to whatever Christmas song is playing on her speaker, eyes closed.

You lose track of how long you stand like that, it could’ve been hours and you were more than alright with that. Kate stirs a bit. Her hands beginning to travel upwards. Eventually landing on your tits.

“Pervert” you mutter, but let her have her fun.

“What can I say, I missed them” she gropes you a bit. It had been so long since you were able to have some true one on one time with Kate. The slightest touch from her was able to get you all hot and bothered.

“Is that all you missed, Katie?”

She hums, letting her hands find their way under your sweatshirt.

“No..” she kisses at your neck,punctuating a few of her kisses with squeezes to your breasts. A small moan slips out.

“I missed your noises” another noise escapes your mouth.

“Shit..” you mumble.

Kate turns you around , only separating your mouths for a mere second before reconnecting your lips. She’s pushing her tongue into your mouth. Her hands now clutched at your hips, yours intertwined with her black locks.

“Kate..” you whine pulling away.

“What?” She looks at you slightly annoyed. A lazy smile grows on her face as she chases you for another kiss. You pull away, dodging her kiss.

“What about the tree?” You look towards her half decorated tree. She rolls her eyes.

“Can wait, need you now” Kate dives into you. You give into her, ripping the antlers off her head. As cute as they were, they were getting in the way of more important business. Kate eagerly strips herself of the sweater she wore, leaving her in a purple sports bra.

“I like your bra” you smirk. She giggles a little before grabbing at your sweatshirt.

“Your turn” she says before pulling it swiftly over your head. You shiver a bit, nipples perking up at the cold air that washed over your body.

“You look cold, babe” Kate’s working kisses down your neck, your arms lazily thrown over her shoulders.

“Lemme warm you up” she chuckles lowly into your ear. You can’t help but groan at her awful flirtations.

“Oh gag !” You half groan half moan as she manhandles you towards her couch. She’s desperately clawing at your leggings. You shimmy out of them as you make your way over, leaving a trail of clothing in your wake. Kate pops the button on her jeans and you help her out of them. She’s in nothing but her bra, a seamless thing and some stupid fuzzy socks that have snowmen on them.

They stare up at you two and you pause for a moment, before Kate gives a mortified look and rips them off. She bunches them off and tosses them behind her

“One more layer” she’s wiggling her eyebrows at you. You bite your lip at her and pull on your underwear a little.

“Unwrap your present baby” you punctuate your words with a snap of your underwear. Kate moans as she grips them, pulling them down so quickly you could’ve sworn they ripped.

“Katie! Be gentle, I like this pair!” You scoff at her, astounded that she’d be so careless with your belongings.

“I’ll buy you a new pair” she’s kissing you again, and shoving you down on her worn leather couch. You moan at the subtle flex of her money . It shouldn’t be hot, but it is.

Kate gets you laying down on the couch, head resting on the armrest. She’s sat on her knees in between your thighs, legs spread just enough so she can sit pretty there.

She’s so gorgeous. Kiss stained lips, pupils blown, all lean muscles and abs. Her cheeks are flushed a pretty pink. She looks like she could eat you alive.

She’s kissing you again. Her hands starting at your breasts, leaving teasing touches all the way down to your exposed core. Her fingers play with your clit and you whine into her.

“There you go” Kate knows how you like it. Rapid circles on your nub as she kisses you stupid.

She’s sucking marks under your jaw. Your hands pushing her head deeper into your body as she makes her way down your body.

Kate teases a finger into your cunt. Your back arches upwards at her touch. Barely any prep but yet you were already soaking from a few hot and heavy kisses with Kate.

Kate mouths at your throat, licking a stripe up it as she pumps her fingers in and out, thumb still toying with your clit.

“Oh my god” you moan out, Kate slips another finger into your pussy.

“Feel good?” She giggles at you, having taken her mouth off of your neck to sit back and admire you. You nod your head frantically at her. The familiar pressure of an orgasm already beginning to blossom in your core.

It never takes long with Kate, she essentially has your body committed to memory. Plus it had been so long since the two of you were actually able to bang, you were itching to release for her.

“More please” your hand grabs at Kate’s face. Dark red nails popping against her pale skin. She grins at you before turning and kissing your thumb ever so gently.

“Such good manners, even said please. Someone’s on the nice list this year” she snorts at her own joke before she slides down to lay on her stomach. Her knees are bent, feet in the air. She kicks her feet back and forth as she peppers your thighs with kisses. Kate bishop is about to eat you out and she’s kicking her feet like a school girl writing in her diary.

She plants a hand on one of your hips, anchoring you down so you can’t squirm away from her. Kate begins with licking a fat stripe up your cunt. A guttural, almost animalistic sound claws its way out of your mouth. She smiles into you, you can feel it. Her lips attach to your clit, sucking.

You’re grabbing at her hair, her black tresses weaving themselves between the manicure that she had payed for on your fingers.

Kate lips and sucks your folds, letting her tongue occasionally prod into your hole. Your hips buck into her face. She groans into you, her hand on your hip regaining its leverage as it holds you down again. You tug on Kate’s hair again, it makes her moan into you, causing a chain reaction in your body. You throw your head back against the arm rest of the couch, Kate’s name falling from your lips.

“I know baby, I know” Kate looks up at you, her jaw coated in your slick. You bite your hand in an effort to contain the noise that threatened to push past your lips.

Kate dives back in, licking your pussy with a fire in her belly. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think she was spelling her name with her tongue.

K.

You moan as her tongue dances over your clit.

A.

She’s reaching up to play with your tits.

T.

You’re pulling on her hair, forcing her face into your cunt as your release approaches.

E.

You’re gushing onto Kate’s face, and she’s drinking it up.

She licks you clean through your orgasm, and then she’s back up on her knees. She’s smiling at you like a kid on Christmas morning and this is the best gift she’s ever received.

Kate almost rips off her own underwear. She tosses them towards the trail of clothing you two had left by the tree. You’re catching her drift before she even speaks a word.

You sit up, crashing your lips against hers. Christmas music still plays over her speaker. It’s some new song artist you’ve never really heard of before. It sounds kinda like a regular song you’ve heard a few times before.

Lookin at you got me thinkin Christmas

You grab at Kate’s hips, guiding her to sit over your bare thigh. You do the same as she slides hers under your cunt. As soon as Kate’s center makes contact with your thigh, she’s grinding down on you. She’s humping your leg like a damn dog in heat.

You rock your hips with her, attempting to find a pace with her but Kate is too lost in her own pleasure to want to compromise her speed. You laugh at her a little. Her hair sticks up slightly, her lips are swollen and her blue eyes are blown over by her lust filled pupils.

She’s panting, staring at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen. You reach for her pretty little clit while you ride her thigh. Eventually you rock together in unison, your moans drowning out the pop stars song on the speaker. Kate leans forward when you fingers meet her clit. Her sweaty forehead sticking to your shoulder as she pants. She presses a few kisses to your skin there, making you shudder a little.

You can feel Kate soaking your thigh, your ministrations on her clit continuing. You’re so lost in your own rutting and getting Kate off, you almost miss her reaching down off the couch for something. Her hands dangle off the furniture as she searches blindly. You slow your rocking, pulling your fingers away from Kate. She hisses a little before finding what she was looking for.

The reindeer antlers.

She ruts into you a little harder, a grin plastered on her flushed face. Her clit catches on your thigh and she gasps a little. She leans forward, pecking your lips.

She places the antlers on your head.

Kate pulls away, admiring her work.

“My pretty girl” she’s slurs. Her eyes are half lidded and her hair hangs in her face.

You surge forward, kissing her. Your hands grip the sides of her face as you grind down on her thigh, the particular thrust bumping your clit and allowing a moan to slip out of your mouth and into Kate’s.

You don’t even care about the stupid antlers on your head. You want to cum all over Kate’s thigh, so much so that she’ll be cleaning you off of her couch for weeks to come.

Kate’s hands go to your tits, reaching under your bra. She tweaks your nipples a little and you jump and thrust them further into the archers calloused hands.

Kate groans into your mouth. Her humping is becoming sporadic as she chases her high, as do yours. It’s only a matter of a slap to her firm ass and a tug to her hair and Kate’s hips are stuttering to a halt. She soaks your thigh, kissing you all the way through it.

Kate continues fondling your tits, moving her mouth down your neck. She bites, and it’s all over. You’re cumming on her and the couch.

You ride your orgasm for a bit longer, continuing to move your hips until you can’t anymore. You fall forward, your face meeting Kate’s chest. The antlers slid back a little as they hit Kate in the face. She attempts to blow them out of her face like she would a hair.

Kate grabs you tight and leans backwards, laying down the opposite way you were earlier.

Your head’s still on her chest as she rubs your back a little, playing with the hair that touches your back.

You’re both catching your breath. You press a couple kisses to her clothed chest, and then a couple to her neck, and the you’re grabbing her face and kissing her cheeks.

“Okay okay!” She giggles at you before she presses a soft kiss to your lips.

Kate’s Christmas music plays in the background as you both look out one of her windows. It started snowing again.

Kate tears the antlers off your head, tired of them hitting her face.

“I’m really surprised they stayed on” she thinks aloud, still playing with your hair. You snuggle into her deeper, putting your arm over her middle.

“Honestly same, it’s kinda impressive”

“I know!!”

You and Kate both erupt into laughter, because why wouldn’t you. You just had mind blowing sex on her couch and you’re talking about the probability of felt reindeer antlers staying on your head while you rode her thigh.

You sigh, looking up at her again, happy to just be with her in the moment.

“Merry Christmas, Katie”

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TEEHEE ! ! MERRY CHRISTMAS YA FILTHY ANIMALS ✨🎄

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[it-happened-one-fic]

Even If The World Itself Should Fall Down - Malleus (Glorious Masquerade)

Author Notes: So, I've been having a lot of fun reading Glorious Masquerade and I saw an opening and received encouragement from friends to just go ahead and write some fics for this event. So this one is Malleus's and it was written to the “As the World Falls Down” cover by Grace Potter. The dance in this fic was inspired by Andrei and Natasha’s waltz scene from Episode 3 of BBC’s “War and Peace” (2016). As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ sfw/ Glorious Masquerade/ romance/ some pining/ fluff/ dancing

Word Count: 1338

It was the part of the trip everyone had been waiting for, but I found myself still lost in my own thoughts about everything that had occurred since coming to Fleur City. 

A plot regarding the supposed evils of magic, the flames, the flowers, the ringing of the bell, and everything else.

 It was almost too much to process, even considering the fact I’d seen overblots. Perhaps the most distracting thing was the fact that I was so relieved. No one had died, lost their magic, or ended up horribly injured, and the matter had been resolved. 

I leaned against the wall, sighing slightly as people swirled past me in the midst of the masquerade. Either classmates and friends or the people who attended this school or one of the other magic academies themselves. 

It was a swirling eddy of rich fabrics and masked faces.

I had never truly pictured myself in such an opulent scene, and it felt only right, in a great many respects, that I remained on the sidelines. Grim had long since slunk off in search of food and left me alone to watch everyone else.

But I didn’t remain alone for long, as a tall figure soon came cutting their way through the crowd.

Malleus approached with unhesitating steps, my view of him occasionally blocked by a couple twirling by even as he walked towards me. A slight smile was on his face as he drew closer until he emerged from the dancers to stand in front of me.

His hand that had been holding his mask this whole time lowered so that I could clearly see his face as he bent slightly at the waist and held out his other gloved hand with a smile that curved easily across his face, “May I?” 

I blinked at him, half-surprised, before a smile slid onto my face. Because, of course, he wouldn’t leave me stranded all on my own. He knew loneliness well and had no doubt felt sympathy for me the very moment he’d seen me standing on my own.

“I don’t really know the steps,” I warned teasingly, even as I slipped my hand into his. His gloved fingers curled carefully over my hand as he pulled me away from the wall and towards him.

“Then I shall guide you; you need only trust me, Child of Man,” And as he spoke there was a certain villainy to his smile. Almost like he was proud that I’d accepted his offer, as if I’d rejected others. 

It was amusingly similar to a dragon that had found itself a new treasure to hoard all to itself, and I shook my head amusedly but let him lead me out onto the floor. Carefully guiding me around and between other dancing duos who slowly began to look our way with either surprised or intrigued expressions. 

Despite the way I glanced around, Malleus’s eyes stayed on me until we reached the center of the floor, directly under the chandler.

I turned to face him, my hand still in his as I looked at his face. And he had, at long last, looked away from me to carefully enter our dancer’s hold. 

One of his hands on my waist as the other arm was bent around so that it was pressed firmly against his own back, while I had one hand resting lightly on his shoulder and the other held out to hold my clothes out of the way of our footsteps.

Bright green eyes slowly shifted to look at me, and I was close enough to even see his eyelashes fluttering slightly as he met my gaze. The slightest of smiles on his face before he stepped forward, and I stepped back to the very first strings of this new song.  

It was an older style of dance; I could tell that much from the fact he had one arm pressed to his back, which wasn’t part of any modern style, and a part of me wondered if it was a form from the Valley of Thorns. 

From what Sebek had told me, the people there were partial to what many might refer to as more vintage aspects of life.

But I wasn’t complaining; there was something especially lovely about this type of waltz. And I found myself smiling as Malleus pivoted us around the room.

We spiraled around, remaining in the center of the room as the other dancers moved back and away from us. Eyeing us and no doubt questioning why exactly I, of all people, was dancing with the famed and typically feared Malleus Draconia.

After all, I was no one special, and he was the heir to the throne of the Valley of Thorns. An odd couple, to say the least.

As we entered a particularly long set of rotations, Malleus extended the arm he’d had behind his back. Humming slightly as I almost instinctively shifted my hand from his shoulder to his now-free hand.

His fingers curled over and enveloped my hand, as he also shifted to the side so that we were joined only by our arms, which crossed over each other’s chests, as we faced each other and we continued to spin. Almost parallel to one another.

I exhaled softly, relaxing the longer the two of us danced, and I realized that I really could trust him to lead me through this entire dance even though I didn’t know the steps.

As the music slowed and quieted, he drew me closer so that he was once more directly in front of me, though his hand still gripped mine with a quiet gentleness.

I swallowed slightly, briefly glancing away from him and the soft smile on his face, before I managed to speak. 

“I never have really thanked you for diving after me when the floor collapsed,” My voice was soft, and his lips twitched slightly. Almost like he was amused by my words.

“But of course,” He spoke softly as well. Matching my tone in a way that made our words feel like a secret between only the two of us.

Our motions continued to slow until we were simply turning a slow circle and looking at each other even as everyone else kept spiraling, and I shook my head slightly, “No, thank you… Really.”

Something in his gaze softened slightly as he continued to stare at me, and I tilted my head, smiling, “It’s nice that this masquerade could still take place with everything that happened…. The firelotuses and our trip almost getting ruined, I mean.”

I felt his grip on my hand tighten slightly as he inclined his head slightly, almost like he wanted to well and truly keep his next words so that they were just between the two of us. A tender secret not to be shared with anyone else. Be they a close friend or a bodyguard.

“It matters not what collapses. Be it the floor beneath us or even if the world itself should fall down, I will be there for you, Child of man.” I blinked up at him, feeling my eyes widen at his soft words.

At odds with my speechlessness, he smiled. Looking perfectly delighted as he slowly began to speed our motions back up, until we were whirling around the room once more. Center stage as his smile stayed ever-present. It wasn’t long until, even with his words still floating around in my mind, we both started to laugh.

At first, just a chuckle and then soft laughter as we waltzed around, drawing everyone’s gazes as they questioned what sort of secret we shared that so amused us. But it wasn’t truly laughter at something amusing. Rather, it was relieved laughter at the realization that even if everything else in the world fell away, we had one another.

Falling together just as we’d fallen together through the burning flowers, and falling towards each other as each step of our dance pulled us closer towards that beautiful dream known as love.

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[witchpassing]

interview_3aC

I got into piloting during the Third Generation. For the historically illiterate, that’s before the breakpoint, not after. Summer Offensive, Chelsk Offensive, ‘81, ‘82… All that shit.

When you say pilot now, people get a certain mental image. It wasn’t like that, back then; end of the day, a G3 frame is basically just another kind of tank. Hot like hell inside and full analogue control. You had to think five, six, seven seconds ahead sometimes, because that’s how long it’d take you to string together the inputs for what you were doing next.

I was good. I mean, I’m good at my job now, sure, but… you should’ve fuckin’ seen me then.

... Anyway. Long and short of it is, I got unlucky. Everyone does, sooner or later. Coterie railcannon caved in part of my cockpit, crushed my leg to dogmeat, and that was that. A few years later, they’d have amputated, plugged in a spare, and sent me back in, but this was ‘83, the tech wasn’t there yet. We were hearing about it, you know, shit on the grapevine about the brain-machine barrier, weird tests underground out in Lysk, but I don’t think any of us really believed in it.

I wanna say I knew what was coming, but I didn’t. Nobody did.

So. Cockpit breach. Fucked leg. They did a lot of work, got it to where I could walk on a good day, but it was obvious I wasn’t gonna cut it any more. Took my pension, checked out, spent eight years in the worst dyke bars I could find. Don’t really wanna talk about that part. That’s not what you’re here for, anyway.

So I’m a few years down the line, losing my mind somewhere in Sengrade, and I get a call. It’s this guy I used to know, I never really nailed down what he did, Information maybe, and he’s telling me about this program they’re spinning up over in Lysk, and sure that rings some alarm bells but what am I gonna do, say no? I don’t even need to hear the specifics, he’s trying to tell me it’s the next big jump in frame tech, it’s gonna win us the war, whatever, I’m already halfway onto a train.

The job turned out to be the Fifth Generation. Not only was the brain-machine barrier real, but they’d smashed clean through it. I said a G3 is basically a tank, right? So I was expecting an iteration on the form. Sharper, sleeker sure, but at the end of the day just a prettier-looking tank.

Well, I was dead fuckin’ wrong. Seeing something that size move that way, it’s… I don’t think I can put it into words. Go find a poet or something. Ask them what they think about Gen 5.

… Didn’t come for free, of course. The neural throughput on a machine that size will cook an unprepared brain like a fuckin’ egg. You need to be dosed to the gills on a whole cocktail of ten-syllable shit to take it for more than a few minutes, and the drugs make you weird. Horny, mostly - I’m sure you’ve heard about that - but you’re also looking at impaired impulse control, difficulty with long-term thinking, emotional disregulation, mania… Plus, there’s something in the cocktail or the link or both that is bastard habit-forming. You see them counting the hours between sorties. They adjust to the hyperstimulation, get calibrated to it, and then everything else is just too god-damn quiet.

Think maybe it’s carcinogenic, actually, but you didn’t hear that from me.

So, yeah. Weird. Command doesn’t want weird operating superweaponry. Weird doesn’t make sound tactical decisions. Which means all the shit that makes somebody a functioning soldier - the long-term decision making, the impulse control, the ability to give a fuck about the rules of engagement - it had to be outsourced.

The term they used at first was “special consultant”. Then “special consulting officer”, once we hit field testing. It wasn’t “handler” until later.

The first crop of us - I’m just gonna say handlers, I know how you’re gonna wanna spin this, I get it - were all ex-pilots. G3, mostly; Gen 4 didn’t leave a lot of material to work with. I guess the idea was we were the closest you could get to a G5 candidate’s frame of reference, but it was pretty clear within the first few months that that was bullshit. Some of us took to it, some of us washed out. A lot couldn’t take the wetwork, which I guess I can sympathise with.

Me, I handled it fine. Better than I should’ve, maybe. Being a tanker didn’t do shit for me, but my dad, he was a dog trainer, and… Yeah, well, you get the idea.

… No, no. The other kind of wetwork. You know what I mean.

…

The leg? Ha. Yeah, they offered me a prosthetic. ‘Course they did. But, call me a hypocrite, whatever you want - by that point I was six months in and I knew with total fuckin’ certainty I didn’t want the link. I spend enough of my time helping the military put their shit into peoples’ bodies, you know? I don’t want it walking home with me.

… No, I don’t understand why they keep signing up. Early days, sure, nobody knew what it did to you back then, but there’s been leaks, people’ve talked - hell, I’m talking right now. You can find our burnouts in any dive in the country, or what's fuckin' left of them. The candidates now, they know what we do to people here, and they just keep coming, and coming…

Though, you know… I think sometimes about the first time I saw a Gen 5 machine take off, that first day on the program. The way it moved against the blue-black of the sky, like it weighed nothing at all. And I almost get it.

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[sunlightmurdock]

I’m cracking up at the thought Mav always being the one to catch Rooster and Lil Kazansky going at it, better him than Ice at least 😭

“Just do me a favour and stop by to check on her every now and again, alright?” Those were Bradley’s exact words. Long deployments can be killer and leaving his girl for eight months had him damn near tearing his hair out. He couldn’t stand the thought of her coming back to his place every single night by herself.

Maverick wasn’t the closest with you, but it’s what Bradley had asked of him and seeing as the two of you are pretty serious about each other by now, he was happy enough to oblige. The past six months have been just fine. He comes over once to twice a week, sometimes he’ll bring dinner with him or the two of you can just talk. It’s been nice.

Bradley was told that there was no chance he would be coming back early. So, when he got that opportunity, he leapt at it. His thoughts have been of nothing but you for weeks. Maybe your father pulled some strings to get him home sooner. Either way, he’s walking up the path to the front door with his bags in his hands and his eyes on your car in the driveway.

He opens the front door delicately and clicks it shut behind him just as fast. You’re standing in the kitchen to his left, your jaw slack and your hand paused, knife halfway through a bell pepper.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Bradley breathed out, dropping his bags by the door and reaching you in four strides. You’re almost knocked off balance as you hit his chest, his arms enveloping your frame and squeezing you tight against him. With his free hand, he pushes the cutting board far out of his way.

“You’re —? — But I thought…?” You stumble, voice muffled by his chest, abandoning your cooking to reach up and throw your arms around his neck. Bradley lowers his head first, kissing your mouth once slowly with need.

“A couple of guys got to head home early. Fuck, I’ve missed you.” His hands grab at your hips, manhandling you up onto the kitchen counter behind you, his mouth seeking out yours again. You hum happily against his lips, hooking your thighs around his hips, lifting your fingers to start unbuttoning the shirt of his khakis.

In the process of lifting you, his shirt that you’re wearing has bunched around your hips, giving him a perfect view of your pale blue panties. He groans at the sight alone, his cock growing stiff under the restraints of his uniform.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You tell him, letting your head fall back as he trails his tongue, nipping softly at your throat. “I want you so bad.”

Bradley groans, swallowing the sound, pushing the t-shirt up and tugging it over your head. “You’ve got me, baby, I promise.”

Your nipples harden against the air conditioning, your bare chest heaving as you try to rationalise that he’s back. Two months early. Kissing his way down your chest, kneading at your breasts with those big, strong hands.

Still, with this being you and him being him, you’re never above teasing him. Wetting your lips with your tongue, you lean back on your palms and part your thighs to give him a better view of your body. His eyes are ablaze instantly.

“I want you to feel how soaked I am for you,” You tell him, trailing the tip of your index finger over your slit through the soft blue fabric. Bradley’s mouth has never felt so dry. He reaches for you, stopping as you press your thighs together. “With your cock first.”

He bites his lip, shrugging off his unbuttoned uniform shirt and peeling off the white undershirt with it. Your thighs squeeze together at the sight of him prying open his belt, his eyes watching you hungrily.

He reaches into the khaki material and pulls his straining cock free as you lift your hips and kick off your panties. Rooster steps between your legs again, his breath shaking softly as he exhales.

You grab onto the thick muscle of his shoulder, practically trembling as he wraps a hand around the base of his cock and guides it between your legs. You watch, each of you exhaling with a pleased moan as he trails the tip through your excitement, letting it nudge softly against your entrance.

“More.”

Bradley shakes his head, wrapping his arms around you and drawing you into a filthy kiss. “It’s been a while, don’t think you’d be able to take me just yet, sweet girl.”

He’s right, and as much as you’d like to complain about being made to wait, there’s just no way you can form a sentence coherent enough once he has buried his face between your legs like that’s what he was really coming home to.

By the time he’s finally pressing his length into you, you’re already trembling, on the comedown from that first orgasm, clinging onto him like your life depends on it. He’s got his arms wrapped completely around you, one hand on the nape of your neck to keep you as close as you can be.

He growls as he bottoms out, kissing your neck tenderly. “I love you so fucking much. Shit, I hate leaving you.”

“I love you,” You whimper out, nails dragging along his flexing shoulders as he starts to rock his hips. “Fuck, Bradley, harder. I need you.”

Maverick’s got his bike helmet in one hand and his phone in the other, reading a text from Ice about a surprise that Mav will be excited for. His brows are knitted together, focused on making his thumbs comply to punching letters into the tiny keypad enough to string together a reply. Late afternoon, early evening like this, the front door is always unlocked — you don’t lock it until the sun starts going down and the reason is really beyond him.

So, like he has done for the past six months, Maverick walks right up the porch and pushes the door open without knocking.

He doesn’t even open his mouth at first, his brows drawing together instantly, eyes blowing wide at the sounds that fill his ears. Against his better judgment, it’s his reflexes that have his head snapping to the left. “Oh my god!”

Bradley’s still standing in his khaki pants, unbuckled, unzipped and shoved down just enough. You’re wrapped around him, head thrown back and your eyes screwed shut, lips parted as you pant out breathless moans. Bradley tugs you closer to him to cover your body with his, in doing so drawing a delighted yelp from your lips.

“Oh my god!” Maverick stumbles back and hits the wall behind him, slapping his palm over his eyes. You gasp, eyes snapping wide open as you cling to Bradley.

“Mav!” Bradley almost cringes at the sound of you saying another man’s name, his uncle’s no less, while he’s buried inside of you.

“Mav, get the fuck out!” Bradley grits his teeth, your walls squeezing around him and making his head spin. Maverick bolts, and the door swings shut behind him.

“Oh my god, Mav hasn’t seen me naked since I was three and running across the back yard.” You whine out, letting your forehead fall against Bradley’s chest. He kisses the top of your head.

“He’ll get over it,” Bradley promises, starting to slowly rock his hips. “Better him than—“

“Don’t you dare say his name.” You grimace at the thought, pulling back to look up at Bradley. “You’re going to have to fuck me so good that I forget this ever happened. Okay?”

“Sure thing, baby.” Bradley lifts your chin and kisses into your mouth, hearing the rumble of Mav’s motorcycle starting away outside.

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[five-rivers]

My Kingdom of Fish poll fiction! Continued from here.

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After a small amount of dithering, Danny took the cameras. He was here to show his parents the library, and he couldn't do that if they couldn't see it. The ambient array could collect data here as well as anywhere else. The Fenton Finder's 23rd iteration was as buggy as the first. He'd actually done a small amount of sabotage to the ‘self-defense system’ to make it safe to carry around, so… Yeah.

The only things he felt at all bad about leaving were the medical monitors and the environmental safety detectors. Both of those had helped him in the past. The Lost Library was supposed to be safe, though. It wasn't a truce zone or anything, but people didn't go there to fight, and the librarians were supposed to take care of any environmental dangers that popped up (mostly because things that could endanger ghosts could certainly endanger books). The Library of Tongues did that, anyway.

He did have to rearrange and remove some of the cameras, especially the redundant ones and the ones that weren't taking his amplified aura well, so that they fit on his much-reduced frame, but they were made to be serviceable, and soon he was ready.

The coat room, as it turned out, was right behind the reception desk.

“There are doors that aren't visible or that won't open for you unless you're a member or have a badge,” the librarian explained as she put the equipment on a shelf. “Another reason not to lose yours.”

“Where's the way in?” asked Danny.

“This way.”

The librarian led him back around, then to the side of the desk. Here, again, the wall had folded back into a set of doors, this one more ornate.

“The copyist's room attendants will meet you down the hallway,” said the librarian, sitting back down at her desk.

Danny nodded. “Thank you.”

The hallway forked right sharply. A ghost woman with bronze skin and dark hair was waiting there, not far from the corner. There was a spiral on the center of her forehead in what looked like gold wire under her skin. The outside end of it disappeared under her hairline.

“Oh my,” she said, hiding her mouth behind a pair of bell-like sleeves, “you’re so cute. Iphigenia didn’t tell me you were cute.”

Danny made a face.

“Ah! Precious! How old are you?”

“I was fourteen when I died,” said Danny, flatly. “I don’t know why places like this make me tiny, but I’m not.”

“You must be young at heart.”

Danny squinted at her.

“Mm? Are you looking at this?” she asked, pointing at her spiral. Danny shrugged, then nodded. He hadn’t been, not really, but in the interest of changing the subject… “It’s what members of the library have instead of another alteration. It’s like the fires you get at the Library of Tongues.” The spiral moved, retreating, unwinding, vanishing under her hair and then spiraling out onto the palm she offered up to Danny. “It’s called the Lìshǐ Yánxù De Jīn Xiàn, although ghosts from western cultures call it Ariadne’s String. No sense of pride for their work, I swear.” She shook her head. “So, if you get lost, or need help finding something, find someone with one of these, okay? We have a pretty big children's collection, believe it or not.”

“I'm not really a child.”

“Oh! So mature!” She poked his cheek, then stood up and opened the door behind her. “Let’s get you situated.”

The copyist’s room was large and brightly lit, lined with beehive-like cubbies that served as shelving for scrolls. There were several work tables spread throughout the room, and a mid-sized manual printing press. There were two other ghosts in the room. One, a stressed-looking larger man with a curly, box-cut beard, and the other a severely thin, angular man with a long, looping tail.

Both wore guest badges, and both had features that did not seem to match the rest of their appearances. The severe-looking man had large, fluffy, soft-looking wings with feathers that twitched and shifted near constantly. He had a quill badge clipped to the belt of his tunic. The other, larger man had moth antennae and wings, but also enormous, ribbed bat ears. He had not one but two badges attached to his robe-like wrap, the candle and the gong.

“Now,” said the attendant, “I know you said that you wanted to do Ancient Greek to English, and when people say Ancient Greek, they mean Ancient Greek from Life, not old Zone dialects, but the Mausoleum of Macaria tipped into the Acheron a few weeks ago, and were swamped with Elysian, Asphodelian, and Tartarian Greek. Especially Tartarian Greek. Would you mind doing something from one of those? It would be much shorter than what we'd give you in regular Ancient Greek, only a few pages.”

She looked at him hopefully.

“It would really help if you knew any of them,” she added.

#danny phantom #kingdom of fish #poll fic #choose your own adventure #dannymay #dannymay 2024

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Waiting on Mr. Right

My Exchangeapalooza gift for @jay-auris !! See it HERE on A03 and check out all the other fabulous entries HERE!

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID page 1: 1. Interior of a bar, romantically lit, and covered in heart balloons, heart and cupid decorations, heart shaped light strings, and various small round tables with two chairs each. The tables are occupied with male/female couples in mid conversation. A waitress dressed in black jeans, black button up, and a white apron around her waist walks through with a tray. In the foreground is the corner of the bar counter, which has a small sign advertising 'Valentine's Day Speed Dating' On February 13 between 7pm and 10pm. A little cupid cartoon is pictured on the sign saying 'Every time a bell rings, ladies move on to your next date!' At the bottom, it says 'Find your Valentine! (before it's too late)'. 2a. Close up of Nandor on a salmon background lighter at the top and darker at the bottom, dressed up in his finest red and gold fur trimmed coat, sitting at one of the small tables, hands folded in front of him. He stares expectantly forward and says, 'I am glad to hear your parents are dead; I never liked any of my previous 37 wives' parents. 2b. Reverse shot of a middle aged black woman in a red turtleneck sitting across from him, arms crossed with an uncomfortable expression as she stares back at him with no response. 2c. A brown hand in a dark beige suit sleeve rings a small golden bell. 3a. Close up of Nandor, leaning over the table with his fingers pressed together, presenting his date with a lascivious smile. He says, 'How many times a day do you expect cunnilingus?' 3b. Reverse shot of a white middle aged redhead across from him, dressed in a mauve v neck sweater and nervously avoiding eye contact while gulping a glass of white wine. 3c. A brown hand in a dark beige suit sleeve rings a small golden bell. 4a. Close up of Nandor, smiling sweetly with his hands folded in his lap as he says 'Without a word spoken between us, I find myself falling deeply in love. Do you feel this also?' 4b. Reverse shot of a middle aged southeastern Asian woman with a bob and large glasses. She still has her coat in her arms and hasn't even slipped her bag off her shoulder, and there is an untouched menu in front of her. With an expression of vague disgust, she replies'...No.' 4c. Reverse shot as the woman gets up to leave, Nandor planting his fists on the table and calling out 'Hey, the bell has not rung yet!' 5. Close up of Nandor as he crosses his arms and clicks his tongue, mumbling angrily to himself 'Clearly she has no idea how dating works.' A waiter reaches into frame to grab the abandoned menu and snorts in response. 6. Zoom out as Nandor jerks his head around to whine, affronted, at the waiter, 'Ayy, what, waiter-man? Where is the joke?' The waiter, who appears to be Guillermo wearing a black button down, black pants and a white apron around his waist, holds the menu up with both hands to shield his face, replying 'Sorry, sorry! Nothing!' /end page 1

ID page 2: 1. As Guillermo hides behind the menu, Nandor holds his hand up in a useless hypnosis gesture and barks 'I am Nandor the Relentless and I command you to tell me!' 2. Close up of Guillermo as he peeks cautiously over the top of the menu. Offscreen, Nandor continues, 'You are seeing so many people here have success...' 3. Close up of Nandor looking pleadingly upward as he says 'What am I doing wrong?' 4. Guillermo fully lowers the menu with a cautious smile, replying 'I mean...I guess you come on a little strong?' 5. Wide shot of them both. Nandor makes an affronted expression and curls one arm up to show off his bicep, gesturing to it with his other hand. He says, 'I am strong! I am very strong! Do modern women no longer admire strength?' Guillermo, holding the menu under one arm, holds up both hands in a soothing gesture and responds frantically 'Nonono, for sure! I just meant that you're acting really intense right off the bat!' 6. Close up on Nandor with a thoughtful hand on his chin as Guillermo continues offscreen: 'Talking love and marriage...it's too soon for a first date.' Nandor: 'Ahh... This is more third date talk?' There is a small reaction shot of Guillermo looking exasperated but resigned as he reluctantly agrees: '...Sure.' 7. Close up on Guillermo as Nandor asks offscreen: 'So what is first date talk?' Guillermo replies, counting off on his fingers, 'Well, it depends on the person, but generally... Get-to-know-you questions? Like where did you grow up, how many siblings do you have, that kind of stuff.' 8. Close up on Nandor as he turns his face away to glare into the middle distance, a sudden shadow melting half his face into darkness as he says 'I grew up in the faraway kingdom of Al Qolnidar, which no longer exists, and I had seven siblings, all of whom are now dead.' There is a small reaction shot of Guillermo looking shocked and cornered, unsure how to respond to all that. 9. Wide shot from Nandor's other side as he raises his eyebrows guilelessly and gestures to Guillermo with a hand, prompting, 'And then you answer?' Guillermo jolts in place, surprised to be placed in the date's role, and replies 'Oh, yeah, uh. Your date would answer, too. Um. I grew up here in the Bronx and I'm an only child.' 10. Repeat. Nandor and Guillermo both stare expectantly at the other. 11. Repeat. Nandor drops his gaze with a frown, eyes hooding, and grunts 'Hm. This is very boring, waiter-man.' Guillermo, flustered and irritated, throws his arms out in a helpless gesture and snaps 'Well, you have to actually engage in the conversation! Ask follow-up questions! And it's Guillermo!' Nandor says, uninterested, 'What is.' /end page 2

ID page 3: 1a. Close up on Guillermo on a bubbly pink background as he points a finger sternly and states 'My name! It's Guillermo.' 1b. Reverse shot of Nandor looking up at him, almost dazed, cheeks flushed a bit purple as he echoes 'Guillermo...' 1c. Reverse shot of Guillermo as he withdraws his hand to curl it protectively against his chest. He looks a bit taken aback by the reaction, cheeks gone a ruddy pink. 2. Wide shot of them both on a red-violet background crisscrossed with multicolored lights. Guillermo looks away from Nandor nervously, blushing and sweaty, patting his free hand anxiously on the menu held under his arm. He stutters out, 'I, uh. Anyway, I gotta-' Nandor, leaning his head on his hand and gazing at Guillermo with a besotted expression, interrupts, saying 'You are very wise in the ways of dating, Guillermo.' He puts extra emphasis on the name. 3. Close up on Guillermo as Nandor continues: 'You have been on many dates?' Guillermo fidgets, still looking away, and mumbles back 'Not, not like a lot, no. Not like a large amount. Like a normal amount, probably.' 4. Wide shot as Nandor lifts his head and leans closer with a small smile, asking 'And how do your suitors woo you? If they are asking you on a second date?' Guillermo is startled into making eye contact and goes red, clutching the menu to his chest with both hands as he sweats nervously. 5. Repeat. Nandor leans even closer, smile widening into something more flirtatious as Guillermo stiffens and looks away again, somehow getting even redder as his shaky mouth pulls into an uncertain grin. Guillermo stutters out, 'I mean...assuming the first date went well...um...' 6. Close up on Guillermo, smiling nervously even as he avoids eye contact. He says, 'I guess he might...get me flowers?' 7. Close up on Nandor on a bubbly peach background from Guillermo's POV, looking up patiently as he listens. Guillermo continues offscreen: 'He'd...tell me how much he enjoys my company, or...pay me a genuine compliment.' 8. Close up on Guillermo on a bubbly peach background from Nandor's POV, his smile softened and eyes far away as he continues: 'And...whisk me off somewhere fun. Somewhere new. Somewhere we could...stumble in to an adventure together. Away from everything else. And we'd stay up all night because we just...didn't want it to end.' /end page 3

ID page 4: 1. Close up on Guillermo's hand, crossed over his opposite arm, as Nandor nudges his fingers underneath to free his grip. Nandor starts softly, 'And...' 2. Wide shot on a bubbly pink background. Nandor has taken Guillermo's hand and is holding it like a knight would a lady, gazing down at it softly as if readying to kiss it. He continues, '...how many of your suitors have done this for you?' Guillermo, dazed, gazes down at their hands and replies '...I... I don't think anyone would...' 3. The plain green background wall slams back into view as a bell rings offscreen. Wide-eyed and red-faced, Guillermo snatches his hand away from Nandor and flings it upward as if tossing the moment over his shoulder. Nandor is left frozen, hand in the air, eyes wide in shock. 4. Repeat. Guillermo begins to back away from the table, tossed arm coming around to rub at the back of his neck. He looks up and away, sweating , red, and awkward as he chokes out a loud forced laugh and says 'Well, that definitely counts as coming on too strong. Terrible advice, don't do that.' Nandor leans after him, hand hovering in midair, squeaking out 'A-' 5. Repeat. Without letting Nandor finish, Guillermo disappears out of frame with a hasty 'Ok bye good luck!', leaving Nandor saying nothing but question marks, hand still frozen in the air as if reaching out after him. In the foreground, a woman with long brown hair and a dark pink sweater steps into view to take the seat in front of Nandor. 6. Slight zoom, the background returning to the light and dark salmon as Nandor settles back into his seat. The woman across from him, out of focus in shadow, says 'Hi, I'm Kjersten! Um...that's a really interesting outfit...' Nandor doesn't appear to be listening and is staring after Guillermo thoughtfully, a Mona Lisa curl to his lips. /end page 4

ID page 5: 1. Low angle of an alleyway, fenced at the rear and surrounded by tall buildings in multiple vague colors with some spray painted areas. Snow is piled up on either side of the center path against the sidewalk. In the foreground, there is a dumpster. A pink text box at the top reads February 14, 12:07 am. Halfway down the alley, a door opens and Guillermo steps halfway out, missing his apron but having added a coat, carrying a full garbage bag. A voice from inside calls, 'Guillermo, you can head out when you're done, okay?' Guillermo's breath steams into the air as he turns back to the door to respond: 'You sure? The dishes are-' The voice interrupts him with 'Sí, es El Día Dr Amor y Amistad! (In English: Yes, it's Valentines Day) Go sow your oats! You're too young to be working so much.' Guillermo replies without enthusiasm, 'Ha...yeah. Thanks, Teresa, have a good night.' 2. View from behind as Guillermo pulls the lid of the dumpster up with one hand and throws the bag in with the other. He sighs and mutters to himself, 'My oats are just gonna go home and watch Buffy...' 3. There is a clatter in the alley behind him and Guillermo spins around to face the viewer, startled and tense. 4. Extreme close up on Guillermo jerking back in shock as a wad of dandelions are suddenly thrust into his face. A voice offscreen calls 'Guillermo!' happily. 4. Zoom out as Nandor, now with a black and gold cloak dusted with snow over his finery, kneels down in front of Guillermo, arm outstretched to keep the dandelions pushing at his chin. Guillermo, pink and flustered and very confused, takes a step back and splutters 'Nandor?! The- the relentless?' Nandor ignores his reaction and announces, 'Here are some flowers!' 5a. Close up on Nandor as he looks up at Guillermo, dandelions thrust into the foreground and his hair and shoulders dotted with snow as if he had been waiting for some time. He proceeds, clearly rehearsed, 'I very much enjoyed your company tonight as well as the sight of your charming boyish face and plump behind!' His voice is demanding but his expression, eyes shining upwards and cheeks flushed purple, betrays his nerves despite the confident set to his brow. 5b. Reverse shot of Guillermo, staring down at him slack-jawed with wide shiny eyes and pink cheeks, the dandelions still hovering up by his face. Offscreen, Nandor asks 'Have you ever been to Staten Island?' Guillermo responds 'No...' on autopilot. Nandor concludes, 'Then that is where I will be whisking you for our date!' 6. Full body shot, the alleyway back in focus and showing an empty snow-lined street on the other side, a single window just above Guillermo's head lit up from within. Nandor finally stands up and rubs at his chin with a worried expression, dandelions clutched in the other. He says, 'I've heard tales of an all-night bowling alley, but my housemates never want to go with me.' Meanwhile Guillermo, frozen beside him with his hands hovering in mid-air, lets his brain catch up with what's happening. He stares into the middle distance as equations float around his head and his breath fogs into the air. Above, it begins to gently snow. 7. Close up of Guillermo, knocked out of his trace by a gentle prompting from Nandor offscreen: 'So...?' An EKG line skips a beat in the background as he startles and looks up, eyes shining and lips pressed together in a frown. 8. Reverse shot of Nandor, looking very nervous now as he stares back hopefully, holding out the bouquet of dirty dandelions one more time. /end page 5

ID page 6: 1. Close up of Guillermo on a bubbly pink background. He smiles genuinely, red-cheeked, and reaches out to take the dandelions from Nandor's hand. He says, 'Okay...' 2. Medium shot of the two in profile. Nandor, still holding the flowers as Guillermo tucks his hand inside his grip to take them, looks down at Guillermo in shock and echoes 'Okay?!' Guillermo looks up at him with a shy smile and clarifies, 'Yeah. Yes.' 3. Nandor drops his hand and straightens up, a giant silly ecstatic grin taking over his face. Guillermo turns back toward the building and points behind him with his free hand, the other now clutching the dandelions. He says, 'Just let me clock out an-' 4. A close up of Guillermo, blurred diagonally with sudden motion. The only thing clearly visible are his wife eyes, frozen grin, and a little white question mark. 5. Knees up of Nandor, now holding a startled Guillermo in a bridal carry, on a red background lined with glowing neon pink hearts. Grinning wildly down at his date, Nandor announces, 'Prepare to be whisked, Guillermo!!' Guillermo sits there wide-eyed, clutching his little wad of flowers to his chest and somehow finding his other arm looped around Nandor's neck. He stutters frantically, 'Wai- wait, Nandor, you don't have to-' 6. The background warps upward as Nandor shoots them both upward into the sky, flying them both right out of the panel. Guillermo's last word is stretched out in a startled 'OOOOOO??!' as they take off, a single dandelion escaping his grip and drifting back toward the ground. 7. Wide shot of the night sky, dark purple with bursts of white clouds and speedily increasing snowfall, lit by a clear full moon. Nandor and Guillermo fly through, Nandor smiling in a pleased way and clutching Guillermo tightly as he watches their ascent. Guillermo, both arms now around Nandor's neck and more flowers slipping from his grip into the night, stares up at him with awe. He thinks to himself, 'This is the best night of my life...' Behind them, the words 'the end' are carved into the moon. /End ID

#wwdits #nandermo #mlm #valentines day #exchangeapalooza 2 #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fx #my art #fanart #image described #waiting on mr right #there are worse things i could do #tawticd

[bats-and-birds-24]

Tim acquires siblings:

Tim watched the January snow drift lazily down, a façade of calm punctuating a truly horrendous 24 hours.

He glanced down at the cast on the arm, and then at the towel that wiped off joker makeup and blood.

Tim relished the brief moment of peace in between being mother henned by Dick and Alfred. Bruce was down in the cave writing up the report.

He closed his eyes, how he managed to survive 10 hours of torture was beyond him. 

He knew that he should be furious, terrified, or a crying mess, all normal responses to being tortured, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. All he felt was exhaustion and relief that the ordeal was over.

That's fine, he didn't need to address this trauma today, right now, all he had to do was rest. Tim drifted off to sleep.

Underneath the manor, Bruce finished typing up the incident report.

He nearly lost another Robin, and to the same villain no less. Had Joker been able to complete his plan, Bruce wouldn't have known what to do with himself.

First Jason, then Barbara, and now Tim.

Bruce called Barbara, just a check in with Oracle and his job would be done for the day. He could then go to sleep on the armchair next to Tim's bed.

He brushed the hair out of his face, "Oracle report." 

Barbara's face popped up on screen, in a flat tone, she blandly stated, "There's nothing to report."

Bruce groaned inwardly, he knew what that tone meant. 

He pleads, "Barbara please."

Barbara groans, "How could you let him get away again?"

Bruce starts, "Barbara we can't kill-" only to be cut off by Oracle. "I didn't say that you had to kill, I'm not even going to question why you resuscitated the Joker, but why on earth did you send him back to Arkham?"

Bruce rubs his eyes, " There wasn't any other option."

She scoffs, " Bullshit, you could have sent him to Blackgate or even to Belle Reve if you had pulled a couple strings. But no, you had to put him back in Arkham, where he lays low for a few months, only to break out and cause mass casualties all over again."

Bruce averted his eyes.

With a sigh she says, "Goodnight Bruce." and the feed cuts off.

Bruce stares at his reflection on the black screen. He swallows his pride and prepares for his vigil next to Tim's bed.

In the living room, Dick sat on the couch, cereal bowl in hand, watching some sort of game show. 

The scene was in such stark contrast with how his day had gone so far, that he had to choke down a hysterical laugh.

Finding it impossible for him to focus on the show, he turned off the TV.

It was fine, they got Tim back safely and the Joker is still alive, and locked up in Arkham. He'd probably break out in a few months but they can deal with that then.

Dick didn't kill anyone, Bruce made sure of that.

No matter how hard he tried, his mind still lingered on the thought, "I could have killed him". But he didn't, and if there was ever anyone in the world who deserved to die, it would be the Joker.

If anything, he should be relieved if Joker died, after all that he'd done to Jason, to Barbara, and now to Tim. 

Dick shuddered, a flash of shame jolting through his body, what would Jason think of him, putting his own sense of self righteousness over doing what needs to be done?

Dick got up and went to the kitchen to wash up. Those thoughts are best left for later. Right now, he has a baby brother to care for.

He saw Alfred ever dutifully cleaning up. The only sign that the usually stoic butler was drained were his bloodshot eyes. 

Alfred reached out for Dick's bowl, only to be greeted with an apology.

"I'm sorry Alfred." They both knew that he wasn't referring to the bowl.

Alfred just sighs, "Not everyone is made to kill lad. I'm proud that you didn't break your oath." He paused, then said, "Although if the Joker and I ever crossed paths, it would end with a bullet between his eyes."

Dick nodded. Alfred looks up at him, "Get some rest lad."

Dick moved up to Tim's room and Alfred went back to the dishes.

It was going to be a long night.

#marked au #dick grayson #nightwing #batfamily #batsiblings #batfam #tim drake #red robin #robin dc #jason todd #red hood #batgirl #barbara gordon #oracle #alfred pennyworth #batman #bruce wayne #dc robin

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Glory Hole Fic – Gortash x Tav

Oh yeah I'm hitting you with the slutty hand gif. Now go and read the fic under the cut.

E | 2.5k words | Chapter 1/2 | Gortash x Tav | AO3 Link

“Go ahead, make yourself comfortable. I’ll go around and help you get settled on the other side. If there’s anything you need, ring that bell.” Tav’s eyes fell on a copper bell with a string just in arm’s reach from the soft bed she’d be lying on. She nodded towards the matron.  “Thanks.” 

This would be exciting. After making her way to Baldur’s Gate with the strange set of companions she’d collected – of whom a surprising amount had wanted to sleep with her, much to her dismay as she was trying to keep it professional – she had finally found a brothel that was so well hidden, only the most exclusive and most knowledgeable of clients would find their way there. Over the past weeks Tav had been burning up with need. It had been hard turning down Lae’zel, then Astarion, and finally Halsin, and her sessions with herself were far from enough to clear her mind from the constant influx of images her mind would torture her with. So. She had decided to call in some favors and get herself fucked in the establishment that called itself “Wholesome”. 

The word play was a little cringey, but the place was not. At any given time, there were only three rooms accepting clients, each of them divided into two parts so clients and workers wouldn’t see each other. On her side, Tav had a comfortable bed for her upper body, a carafe with water, and towels to clean herself up. On the client's side was a side table with lube, massage oil, toys, and of course towels and water too, plus alcoholic beverages of their choice. Both sides were hidden from view from each other by a wall with a hole on hip-level, through which Tav now positioned her lower body. The matron was already waiting for her on the other side, guiding her legs into holders made of leather that were suspended from the ceiling and could be adjusted by the customers however they wanted.  Her ass was lying on a more practical extension of the bed made out of hardwood – sturdier and easier to clean. Being spread open like this, naked and depending on the whim of whoever was on the other side, was already turning her on. She couldn’t wait to get started. The matron pulled at the cord that tightened a dark cotton curtain around her hips, an extra precaution so the privacy for both sides was being kept. Rumor had it in select circles that some bored noble women and men went to Wholesome to get fucked or fuck, anonymously and with no one the wiser, and the secrecy was crucial to the brothel’s existence.  

Tav heard the matron leave, and after a few moments she could make out a conversation outside her room.  “I have something special for you today”, she heard her say. “It’s her first time.” The voice of the man was dismissive. “I don’t like virgins. You know that.” “Oh, she’s not a virgin. But it’s her first time selling her body.” There was a pause, and Tav felt her heartbeat quicken. If he decided to choose her, he’d come in any time now. The anticipation sent a short burst of heat to her core.  Instead of a reply, the door on the other side opened, then closed, as strong footsteps strolled into the room. There were sounds of fabric shuffling, then a glass being filled and, after a brief moment, being set down. 

Suddenly, a hand was on her left foot: warm and strong. Tav flinched instinctively, surprised by the unexpected touch, earning her a low chuckle from the other side.  “So”, the voice she’d heard earlier began, “You want to get fucked like a whore?” Her lips trembled as she fought a reply. She wasn’t allowed to talk, not on her side. He knew that, of course. The clients could say whatever they wanted – they had absolute power, while the only sounds that were allowed out of her mouth were sounds of pleasure – or pain.  Tav wasn’t going to ruin her chances of doing this again within the first minutes. So she kept quiet.  “Studied before coming here, I see”, the voice mocked, running his hand along her leg and up her thigh. Oh, he was full of himself. She wanted to kick his face, but her leg was held firmly in place. On the other side, there was a chuckle, obviously loving her reaction. But there was something else, tugging at the back of her mind: Where did she know that voice from…

A slap against her cunt pulled her back to reality as her mouth yelped in shock. 

“Ah, nice to meet you”, the voice laughed, bringing both hands to the insides of her thighs, scratching all the way down to her knees. The pain was delicious.  Tav took a sharp breath in as the man dug his nails into her skin again and again, leaving her thighs sensitive to even the slightest touch. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of whimpering, having understood almost immediately that this was a game to him. When she didn’t let out the desired sounds, he pinched her so hard she cried out. 

He laughed, voice smooth and low, then dipped two fingers to her entrance.  “Wet already”, he murmured, almost as if to himself, spreading her slick between her folds. Tav sighed. Yes. She was wet. She couldn’t wait to have him inside of her. The way he teased her, mocked her, promised great things to come.  The man on the other side pulled his hand away as she heard him fumble with his clothes. She felt him line himself up against her, then seemingly change his mind as he dragged the tip of his cock across her folds in slow, deliberate motions.  “Say please”, he demanded, voice low. He knew she couldn’t do that. But her hips bucked against him, a wordless plea, that wasn’t quite enough for him. Another slap, this time precisely against her clit, made her gasp. “Come now”, the man continued, “You can do better than that.”  Where did she know that voice from–

The next slap was even harder and immediately followed by two more, and he finally dragged out the whimpers from her mouth that Tav had refused to let him have. He chuckled, satisfied, then pushed himself inside of her without further notice until he was completely buried in her cunt. “Ahhh”, he sighed, pulling out slowly before shoving back in with force. “What a tight little cunt you have.” Tav moaned at the sudden praise, clinging to his words as they gathered even more heat between her legs. There was a small laugh on the other side in response to her sounds, and he brought his hands to her hips, just behind the curtain, pulling her down on his cock while he started to fuck her in earnest.

The way he filled her up sent shivers down her spine. Tightening his grip on her, the stranger started to roll his hips, his cock rubbing against a spot that made her mewl. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he seemed to enjoy himself as well, his breathing growing heavier and heavier the longer he fucked her. Tav wanted to reach for him, wanted to run her fingers over his back, wanted to slap his arrogant mouth, but she was stuck on her side of the hole, clenching her fists in frustration.  “You like that?”, came the voice from the other side, and she groaned in response, not even caring anymore that she didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. “That’s what I thought.”  He... stopped. 

Tav felt like her body was on fire, and she wailed as she realized he had paused on purpose, interrupting her climb. On the other side, his fingers ran lazily over her thighs again, softly pressing against the reddened skin, still sensitive from his scratches.  “Me doing all the work does not seem particularly fair, does it?” Tav stared at the ceiling in confusion. Wasn’t this the point? “If you want to come on my cock, you need to earn it.” She swallowed down the reply that had already formed in her throat and instead just let out a shaky breath. He heard that. Of course. Chuckling he loosened the cord from the privacy curtain. What was he–

“Since it’s your first time as a whore, I’ll let you help yourself”, he said, his hand sliding underneath the curtain and beckoning towards her. “Don’t be shy now.” She knew the stranger wanted her to take his hand and let him pull hers to the other side, something that was allowed if both parties agreed, but she had an idea of her own. With a smirk she yanked his hand upwards, and he grabbed her waist for balance, as she brought his free hand to her breast. The sigh she heard from behind the curtain  was divine. Inside of her, his cock twitched against her walls as he squeezed her tit, hand full, rolling her nipple between his thumb and index finger until she moaned. Her hips bucked upwards on their own, and the scoff he let out was as sexy as it was venomous. He pinched her nipple so hard she cried out, then blindly slapped her breast, hitting her surprisingly (and painfully) well. His hand retreated behind the curtain while Tav gasped for air, trying to breathe away the pain that was flowing down from her breast to her core. 

“Oh, I like you”, the stranger said, bringing his fingers to her clit. “But believe me, you’ll do yourself a favor if you do as I say.” He started to squeeze, lightly at first, but increasing in pressure as Tav started to sob, trying to yank her hips away from him, but the leg holders kept her in place. It hurt. More than she wanted it to, so much so, that it wasn’t enjoyable anymore.  “Stop, you piece of shit”, she cried out hoarsely, breaking the house’s rule if he decided to tell on her, and she slid her hand through the curtain as he’d asked. Seeing her follow his request, the stranger broke off his assault on her clit.  “That sounded beautiful”, he murmured, his voice deep as it extended a peace offering, “and I shall forget it ever happened.”

Rolling his hips into her, he took her hand in his as he started fucking her again, an intimate gesture that was hotter than it had any right to be, especially in the middle of this brothel. Tav knew he wanted her to touch herself, but there was an unspoken agreement between them to give her a chance to recover, to reset from the pain. So she enjoyed him pounding into her, pushing his cock in and out while she tried to meet his thrusts with her hips. 

When the stranger decided enough time had passed, he stilled again, chuckling behind the curtain. 

“Ready, little whore?”

Ignoring his tease, Tav reached tenderly between her legs, trying to find a pace she enjoyed while knowing full well he was watching her get herself off. The man was humming with approval as she sighed, starting to fuck herself on his cock and her hands. Having less room for her to move her body meant she couldn’t get a lot of friction, her cunt clenching around his cock instead in desperation, trying to find those sweet spots again that he’d been hitting. No, she had to rely on working on herself with her fingers, rubbing her clit, while the stranger ran his hands up and down her legs and otherwise stood still. 

She knew her body well, of course. The past weeks had brought her more opportunities to distract herself at night, alone in her tent, than ever before, and it didn’t take her long to find that high she’d been chasing again. From the other side, the voice groaned as he watched her movements turn frantic. 

“Such a good whore”, he sighed, and Tav moaned at the praise. “I wish I could see your face, mouth hanging open while you get yourself off on me.” There were more whimpers from her, and the idea of him seeing her face, seeing her eyes half closed with lust, made her legs tremble. “Maybe next time I’ll fuck your mouth”, he cotinued, his needy tone sending sparks to her cunt, “Let you choke on my cock.” Tav gasped, she was close, and her hips had started to set their own rhythm against their static partner, that stranger, who’d come here to stand still and watch her bring herself to climax using his dick like a prop. 

“Fuck”, he groaned, apparently realizing she was about to come, and pulled out of her. Tav nearly cried at the loss of him inside of her, but instead his mouth was on her in an instant, his hand grabbing her wrist and stilling her fingers, while his tongue swirled around her clit. The sob she let out was guttural, and she bucked herself into his face, imagining she could ride him properly, without the wall dividing them. Her hand reached for his head, wanting to steer him, and she had to pull strands of hair aside to actually reach his forehead. Long hair, that had fallen into his eyes–

This time it was Tav who cursed out loud, realizing who this voice belonged to, understanding whose face she was just fucking, learning whose tongue was eating her out. As Lord Gortash’s image formed in the back of her mind, that thought pushed her over the edge. She moaned as her hips jerked into his mouth, his teeth slightly grazing over her sensitive skin as she came apart. When she was done, he licked a long streak from her entrance to her clit with the full width of his tongue, before standing back up. 

“Delicious”, he praised her, and now that she knew who he was, she couldn’t unhear it. How had she not realized–

Gortash started to pump his cock in his hand, the rubbing sounds unmistakable, and it took mere moments before he groaned, spilling his seed on her, the warm strings dripping down between her folds. “Fuck”, he moaned, his free hand still on her waist. “I think you’ve ruined me.”

Grateful for the house rules of not being allowed to talk, Tav stared at the ceiling and tried to gather her thoughts. Her breathing was still shallow and quickened, and her heart was beating in a rapid rhythm trying to process what had just happened. He didn’t know it was her, she realized. He couldn’t. There was no way–

She heard him clean himself up on the other side, then stroll back over to where she was lying. “I’d wipe my cum off you, but honestly, I think it suits you”, he said, voice low and full of mockery again. Tav’s mouth ran dry. “Goodbye.”

And with that, he was gone. 

#enver gortash #gortash x tav #prompt fills #bg3 smut #bg3 fic #my writing #drabbles

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Love Uncovered Pt. 5

Colby Brock x Reader

Prompt?: No

Request?: Yes

Requested prompt?: No

Edited: Yes

Word count: 4,737

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Warnings Here

You can listen to the story be read out loud here {coming soon}. 

Post Date: October 5th 2023

Post Time: 11:54pm

Author's note: I will be changing this chapter up a bit more from the video. The last few chapters have stuck pretty closely to the videos, but this one might be changing up just a bit for me to fit it into the story. I will also be attempting to talk about aura stuff again, but I’ve never studied that stuff or anything so you guys who do, please just bear with me and if I say something incorrect please please please educate me on it. I will never ever pass up if you guys tell me something is wrong in what I’ve written, I will simply just try my best to go back and fix it. So please just bear with me and enjoy the story. 

Based off of this video:

Y/n’s Pov:

After a few minutes, Amanda is the first to move as she takes a step back and the rest of us look up. Sam stands behind me as Colby stands off to the side with the camera on us. Amanda steps back a little ways from us as Stas moves next to Sam now. 

“I just put protection over y/n, Stas and Kat. Nothing is allowed to touch you, nothing is allowed to come near you,” she promises us as she explains to the camera what she’d just done before pausing. 

“You might see things-” Amanda starts again before Stas speaks up, cutting her off as one of the bells makes a small chime sound. 

“Dude it’s just- I can’t. That freaked me out,” Stas comments as she reaches out to the bell. 

“That I can’t stop,” Amanda finishes as Sam holds up another bell. 

“Someone’s gotta go upstairs and put some up there,” he comments, holding a bell out. 

“I’ll do it,” Amanda adds as she reaches for the bell from Sam. 

“Someone’s gotta help you, though,” Sam tells her and everyone looks around for a moment. 

“I mean he’s got a point. You can’t do the entire upstairs alone. I’ll come with you,” Colby speaks up as he reaches out to grab some bells from Sam. 

“What about y/n?” Sam asks as he hands him the bells. 

“I can go with them. Just have to stay with Colby,” I inform and Colby turns, smiling at me. 

“That’s a good idea, babe,” Colby agrees with me and I smile softly at him. 

“Ok. Then let’s go,” Amanda agrees before heading towards the stairs. 

Colby looks at me as if questioning if I’m ready and I hesitantly nod. He smiles softly at me before grabbing my hand and I give him a confused look. He keeps a calm smile on his face as he gently puts my hand on his back, right next to his back belt loop. 

I smile in understanding as I loop my finger through the loop. He grins this time before leaning back a bit to kiss my cheek. 

“Come on. Let’s go babe,” he comments as he starts to walk and I smile softly before following him in the direction Amanda had gone. 

We meet up with her next to the stairs and she goes up a few of them as we stop at the bottom. She turns to us, holding her bell out. 

“We've got the duty of going upstairs,” Colby comments humorously and he smiles. 

“How did we get so lucky?” Amanda jokes back, making both me and Colby laugh. 

“I know. The most haunted spot,” Colby comments back and I feel a shiver go down my neck as we start the rest of the way up the stairs.

We make it up the stairs and decide to split up and go separate ways. Colby and I go and hang some on one side of the upstairs as Amanda goes the other way. Once we’re done, Colby checks in on me and smiles once I tell him I’m doing ok. 

When he knows I’m fine, we decide to meet up with Amanda in the middle. We walk up to her as she hangs her last bell on the door handle on the outside of the small hall to the birthing room. 

“There’s something in that back room,” she informs us as we come up next to her.

“I just watched it,” she finishes as she continues to tie the string to the door. 

Once she’s done, she stands straight and walks back into the room. Colby and I follow her as she grabs another bell from the bed. 

“I haven’t told Stas yet or you, y/n, I told you guys before we even came here when I was giving you a low down on the spirits,” she explains to us while playing with the string in her hand as she looks at Colby, who gives a small ‘yeah,’ in conformation. 

“They disguise themselves as children and pets,” Amanda continues explaining and Colby agrees, repeating ‘that they disguise themselves,’ in awe as he remembers what she’d said. 

“That’s why she goes ‘I just saw the little boy,’ and I let her know that was not a-” Amanda explains but pauses and Colby interjects. 

“That was not a little boy,” Colby adds in shock and Amanda closes her eyes for a moment before opening them again. 

“Was not a little boy,” she repeats in confirmation of what Colby said. 

“So when we first came there were two children I told you about, right?” she asks and Colby nods as she takes a step back, beginning to play with the string in her hand. 

“Right. Right. They were happy, right? They were like, trying to like, play games?” Colby asks for confirmation and Amanda gets happy as she explains farther. 

“Yeah. One of them was shy. The little girl was shy, but the boy, he kept like, peeking his head around the corner like…” she describes as she motions what she’s trying to explain. 

“Like, are you gonna come chase me?” she continues to explain and Colby nods in agreement, giving a very audible ‘yeah.’

“So I think it’s insane that when the negative thing came through it disguised himself as a little boy,” Amanda tells us with an expression full of awe. 

“And Stas, as scared as she was, would feel more comfortable with it because I told her about the little boy here,” Amanda explains as she points to herself. 

“Manda?” I ask, moving around Colby and hugging on his arm. 

“Yeah? What’s up, y/n?” she asks me, giving Colby and I a small smile.

“Do you think Stas’s little boy could be the one taking interest in me?” I ask and she gasps as her face lights up. 

“That’s a very real possibility. Did you feel sick or anything when she said she’d seen him?” she asks and I take a moment to think it over. 

“Well, now that you mention it, no, but me and Colby were connected then. He was cuddled up to me behind the camera,” I explain and she nods vigorously. 

“I think you might have a point. It could have been him trying to get to you,” she agrees, nodding. 

“The little girl could possibly have been the lady that was pointing at you earlier too,” she explains and my face falls. 

“So he can change forms, great,” I roll my eyes and Colby rubs my arm lightly. 

“I’m right here. He can’t hurt you while I’m here and Amanda put a protection over you, but I get it if you want to leave. I’ll take you home right now,” Colby tells me but I sigh, shaking my head. 

“No. You’re right. He can’t hurt me. I’ll be okay,” I promise him with a nod and he smiles softly. 

“Okay, but at any point if you want to leave, just tell me,” he informs me and I nod. 

“I promise I will,” I tell him softly before reaching up on my tip-toes to leave a kiss on his cheek. 

“Ok. Let’s finish putting these up, then we can go back to the rest of the group,” Amanda comments before moving away to start hanging the last few bells. 

We hang a few more and I stay with Colby the whole time. He walks over to the closet and pulls it open. 

“Oh my God,” he exclaims as he looks into it. 

“What?” Me and Amanda ask in unison. 

“This closet is huge. It goes like, all the way around. It’s like a secret crawl space area,” Colby says in shock as he looks into the deep closet. 

“This house has-” Amanda starts, but pauses to listen. “Did you hear that in there?” she asks after a moment, making Colby turn around. 

“No. What was that? I missed it,” Colby comments before going quiet so we can all listen. 

“Can you hear the walking?” Amanda asks as she looks up at us and I nod while Colby gives out a very audible ’yeah’. 

“That’s the exact room that when we walked up here I told you something was back there,” Amanda tells us in amazement and I shiver lightly. 

“I don’t like that…” I speak out and Colby nods before reaching down for my hand. 

He squeezes my hand softly as we all stay quiet for a moment. When we clearly can’t hear the sound anymore, Colby stands straight and starts to look around again. I follow him over to the bedside table and together we look at what’s on it. 

“They got a bunch of things that little kids would like to play with here, too. Like toy cars, jellybeans?” Colby comments as he lets go of my hand for a moment to pick the car up before smacking the pack of jelly beans. The car then starts to roll back off the table, but Colby quickly catches it before setting it back down. 

“Babe. Don’t do that, what if the spirits like, get mad at you for messing with their stuff,” I lightly admonish him as I slap his arm and he chuckles. 

“It’s not like I took them. Just gave them a small little tap,” he replies and I shake my head, rolling my eyes. 

“Oh, put the car on the ground,” Amanda speaks up as she turns to us. 

“Ok,” Colby agrees as he picks it back up and together we both turn around. 

“Let’s find out,” Colby comments as he steps back to watch it with the camera. 

We watch the car for a moment but nothing happens, so Colby bends down and scoops it up off the floor with a quick ‘alright,’. He walks back over to the table and sets it back down before turning to me and offering his hand. Colby, Amanda, and I start walking though towards the stairs. 

“Woah. Woah. Wait. Amanda, do you mind talking about some more details about ghosts real quick?” he asks and she smiles, nodding. 

“Of course,” she sweetly answers and Colby grins. 

“Sweet. Ok, ah… sweetheart, do you mind holding the camera for me?” Colby asks and I smile softly at him before nodding and holding my hand out to him. 

“Thanks, babe,” he tells me after handing it off to me and kissing my cheek. 

“Ok… the number one question people wanna know is like, what do these spirits or entities or demons whatever you see look like?” Colby asks her as he claps his hands together. 

“Are they happy, are they expressionless, is it as clear as, like, a person that you're seeing?” Colby asks, using his hands to animate his words. 

“It doesn’t look like a person, but it’ll be as clear as like, if you were just standing there dressed in all black,” she explains, motioning with her head where she means.

“I grew up with a spirit in my home and I-” she starts to say before pausing and turning along with Colby when there’s a thump in the back of the room.

We all pause and listen for a moment. The sound soon becomes distinct and we can tell it’s the others of our group. 

“Oh god, they're coming upstairs,” Colby breathes out in relief as we hear their distinctive footsteps and voices now. 

“Geez, we’re literally talking about demons and that happens, not down,” Amanda comments as Colby lets out a big puff of air. 

“The demon I grew up with in my house… looks like a person most of the time. He was much, much taller, much, much thinner and he had red eyes,” Amanda continues to explain just as Sam walks into the room and she looks over at him. 

“I saw a spirit when I was with you and you asked me to describe it,” Amanda adds on and Colby nods as Sam walks farther into the room. 

“Yeah. At the Lizzy Borden house,” he clarifies as he nods and so does she. 

“It was extremely tall, probably seven feet tall, very, very thin. Like unhumanly thin,” she tells us before pausing to look at Sam. 

“Are we ready to head to the seance room?” Sam asks and we all nod. 

“Here. I can take the camera and set it up,” Sam tells me as he comes over and takes it from me. 

He then walks back over to the stairs and starts to head down so he can set it up. I walk over to Colby and he smiles softly at me as he reaches his hand out to me. I grin and grab onto his hand. He gently pulls me along as we follow the others back down the stairs. 

Once we’re in the seance room, we all sit down and Colby sits down first, gently pulling me onto his lap for a moment and cuddles me. 

“You doing okay?” he mumbles into my ear as he leaves a light kiss on my neck. 

“Yeah. I’m fine. I’ve been absolutely fine the whole time you’ve been with me,” I whisper back to him and I feel him smile against my neck. 

“Good. I love you,” he mumbles back and I smile, squeezing his hand that sits on my stomach. 

“I love you, too, nugget. Always,” I reply and he nuzzles into my shoulder. 

“Okay. I think we’re ready. Enough canoodling, you two,” Sam jokes as he playfully rolls his eyes, making Colby and I laugh. 

“Okay. Okay. Can we please get this started?” Stas asks and Colby groans. 

“Fine,” Colby groans out as he lets go of me so I can get off his lap. 

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll be right here next to you the whole time. Wanna hold hands?” I ask as I take the spot right next to him and hold my hand out to him. 

“How well do you know me? Of course I wanna hold hands,” Colby quips as he grabs my hand and I giggle as we hide them behind ourselves. 

Kat laughs as she sits down next to me on my left and Stas sits to her left and they grab each other's hands. Sam sits down to Colby’s right and Amanda sits in the chair to the right of Sam with her headphones in her hand along with a notebook. 

“Okay, are we ready to start?” Sam asks and we all nod. 

“Okay, then. We are in the seance room,” Sam explains for the camera, “Where Ed Lorraine Warren performed a seance on Carolyn and she literally levitated.”

“She is going to wear noise canceling headphones on a spirit box,” Sam points to Amanda before pointing to his own ear. “Basically letting us know whatever she hears. We’re gonna be asking questions, kinda as we were saying we have ping pong balls, bells all over the place, the entire house.”

“Upstairs as well,” Colby adds, pointing up before grabbing my hand behind our backs again. 

“So if we hear anything happening, we’ll be able to catch it,” Sam continues while Colby rubs my hand a bit and I have to hold myself back from cuddling more into him. 

“Starting this recording, see if we catch any evps,” Sam states as he holds the device he’s using out for the camera to see before he sets it on the ground. 

“It just said Borden,” Amanda speaks just as Sam sits back. 

“Borden?” Colby questions, his eyes widening ever so slightly as Sam quickly looks at him with his hand over his lips. 

“We just said that they were very similar cases,” Sam comments in shock as he looks at Colby, who agrees. 

“Okay. We’re going to turn on this other spirit box, put it right here just in case we get things on it as well,” Sam explains to the camera as he holds the device up and out to the camera. 

“Okay. Should we start asking questions?” Colby asks Sam, who nods. 

“Yeah, let’s start,” Colby agrees and Sam nods. 

“Okay. Ah, is there any spirit here that wants to talk to us?” Sam asks out into the air and we all stay quiet as we wait. 

Colby turns and looks up at a corner behind me. I squeeze his hand and he squeezes mine. We stay quiet for a little more and I push the feeling of cuddling up to his side away. 

“Can you please, like move something?” Sam again asks into the air and it’s quiet for a moment. 

“Not Colby,” Amanda almost yells out as Sam looks at Colby, shocked. 

“Isn’t that silly?” Sam asks as he points at the device on the floor. 

“Kill,” comes an ominous voice from the device and Colby’s mouth falls open, as does mine. He turns to the camera before looking at me. 

“Wait… Wait… Wait. Did that just say what I think it did?” I ask and Colby slowly nods to confirm my question. 

“Are you a bad spirit?” Sam asks and it goes quiet again. 

“Kill Colby?” Colby questions and I shake my head. 

“That’s what it sounded like…” I tell him as I tighten my hold on his hand. 

“All only here,” Amanda speaks and we all listen as carefully as we can. 

“Is there anything here that can give us a sign at all? We have bells around this entire house. If you can, just make them ring. We want to talk to you,” Colby calls out and we all pause. 

Some time passes and it just stays quiet. I continue to keep Colby’s hand tightly gripped in mine.

“I don’t like this…” I whisper into his ear and he nods in agreement. 

“It’s okay. I’m right here,” Colby replies back as he rubs my hand and it again goes quiet for a while. 

“There’s someone here with us,” Amanda informs us as Sam sets the device he had in his hand down on the ground. 

“Can you make yourself known if you're here with us?” Sam questions and then there’s a faint shuffle sound. 

Colby looks up in shock, first he looks at me, then he turns to Sam, who looks back at him with the same amount of shock. Katrina holds the phone, but after giving me a look she leans back a bit and lays the phone on her thigh. She grabs my hand and holds it like she holds Stas’s. She squeezes my hand and it helps my worry only slightly. 

“Woah, what was that?” Colby asks as he looks at Sam again. 

“There was a huge crack,” Sam comments as he and Colby turn away from looking at each other. 

“It sounded like a shuffle almost,” Colby comments. “Was that you that just made that noise?” he goes on to ask and I squeeze his hand again. 

“Yes,” comes Amanda’s voice and Colby jumps. 

“Yes?” Sam asks Amanda and she nods at him as Stas lets out an “oh,” while bringing her hand up to her lips. 

“Can you make a noise closer to us? We’d love for you to come sit with us,” Sam asks the spirit, making us give each other worried looks. Amanda shakes her head no and rubs her chest. 

“Um… no… no,” Kat tells him, shaking her head at him. “Sam, we can’t do that,” Kat continues to tell him while still shaking her head and he just lightly grins. 

“Sam, let’s not do that, unless you want to switch spots with me right now,” Stas informs him in a very matter of fact tone and suddenly the sick feeling I’ve had throughout the day comes back. 

“Y/n is literally shaking after that, Sam, no,” Kat sternly comments as both her and Colby rub my hands. 

“I’m okay. Just had a small bout of that sick feeling,” I inform them and Colby shakes his head. 

“Sam, I second not inviting the spirit. If it’s gonna affect y/n, we don’t do it,” Colby sternly agrees with Kat and I shake my head. 

“Colby. Hon, I’m okay. Honestly,” I inform him, squeezing his hand for more reassurance. 

“Yo, is my chest red?” Amanda cuts in to ask as she scratches at her chest. “It felt like something just scratched me,” Amanda tells us.

“No. It doesn’t look red,” Kat replies, shaking her head. 

“Ok. That scratch just felt like something is mad,” Amanda adds in and the chill of sickness comes back ever so slightly, but goes away as quickly.

“We know you’re in this room with us. Can you show yourself?” Colby asks as he rubs at his chin with his other hand and both Kat and I quickly look at him. 

“Babe, why are you asking it to show itself? No,” I tell him, shaking my head before it goes quiet again and Colby lightly rubs my lower back.

“I’m here,” Amanda calls out and the sick feeling comes back for the millionth time, except this time it stays even though Colby still holds my hand. 

“He’s here,” Amanda continues to say what she hears. 

“Who’s here?” I ask, looking at Colby and growing a little more scared as the sick feeling slowly intensifies.

Colby shrugs as it goes quiet and stays that way. After a while of nothing coming through, Sam decides to switch places with Amanda. Colby picks up the device Sam had put on the ground, then scoots down to the end of the couch and I scoot after him.

“Alright, Sam’s trying this now. Do we have somebody-” Colby starts as he looks around, but the voice from the device cuts him off. 

“News,” the device’s voice speaks out and Colby turns back to look at the device in his hand. 

“News?” Colby repeats it in confusion. 

“News?” Stas asks and Colby repeats it, nodding. 

“Did you have any news for us?” Stas asks softly and Colby scratches his forehead. 

“Is there news that you want to tell us?” Colby asks. 

“No, there was a hanging in the barn. A noose,” Amanda cuts in and another chill runs down my back.

“Noose. Interesting," Colby comments as Stas hums. The sick feeling continues to get worse and worse, but for some reason I can’t get any words out. 

“Just ask,” Sam speaks as he holds a hand over his right earphone. 

“Were you the person that got hung here?” Stas asks as I try to open my mouth and talk, but my tongue feels heavy and my mouth just won’t move. 

“Help,” Sam again speaks out what he hears. 

“Are you the spirit that tormented the Perron family?” Amanda asks. “No one ask another question for a moment,” Amanda informs us and we all stay quiet. 

“God,” Sam says out loud and now I try to squeeze Colby’s hand to tell him how I’m feeling, but it’s like I’m just frozen and can’t. 

“Don’t ask anything else. Wait,” Amanda adds in and again everyone is silent. 

“Not here,” Sam again says what he heard. 

“Who are you?” Amanda asks. “Are you the demon that tormented the Perron family?” Amanda again asks, only this time a little more sternly. 

We wait for a few minutes with no response coming from Sam. Finally the sick feeling seems to just wash away and I’m confused. 

“Possible,” Sam says, making me stop to listen and forget about it. “Freedom,” he continues to tell us what he hears. 

“Are you- are you- can you not leave? Are you trapped here?” Amanda asks as she tries to figure it all out. 

“Do you need to escape?” Colby asks as he looks over at Amanda. 

“Modern gate,” Sam says and Amanda seems to get involved more now. 

“Is there-” Amanda starts to ask, but then Sam says, “Limits,” repeating what he hears. 

“Is there some kind of gate or limit and reason you're not allowed to leave this home?” Amanda continues her question and we all pause. 

“Though,” Colby reads the word on his device out loud. 

“Are you trying-” Colby starts to ask something, but gets cut off by Sam saying “Found me”. 

“I was literally just about to say I feel like we connected-” Amanda starts, but Sam cuts her off again with “Coat.” 

“There was a guy right over here,” Amanda explains as she points over to her left. “He looks like a soldier.”

“Really? Like the story of the seven soldiers?” Colby asks as Stas hums. 

“He looks like one of the three that I saw walking outside. He’s in like, like-” Amanda tries to explain, but Sam cuts her off with a “Believe.” 

“Believe?” Colby questions as Amanda gives a look of confusion. 

“He’s in light colored clothes,” Amanda explains with a look of worry. 

“Hello, Protect,” Sam again says now and we all look at each other with even more confusion. 

“Why would he say protect? Protect what?” I finally find my words again and Colby squeezes my hand. 

“I don’t know, but I was literally about to say, he wants to talk to us,” Amanda adds as we all look at each other. 

“Focus,” Sam speaks out again. 

“We need to believe and focus more?” Colby guesses as he sighs, rubbing his face. 

“Do you remember the Perron family?” Colby asks and it goes quiet for another moment as Colby sits with his hand on his closed eye. 

“Be with me,” Sam says what he’d heard and again the sick feeling creeps up. 

“We’re here?” Colby says, confused before it falls silent again for a good while. 

“Underground,” Sam eventually speaks out. 

“Underground…” Colby repeats under his breath. 

“Basement,” Colby adds in realization. 

“Do you wanna-” Amanda starts to ask, but Sam cuts her off, saying “Stuck.” 

“Are you stuck in the basement? Do you want us to go down in the basement?” Amanda asks, but again there’s no response as we wait a while. 

“Please,” Sam finally speaks up. 

“What’s in the basement?” Amanda asks and after she does, there’s a knock that sounds off. 

“Heaven,” Sam says and soon it goes quiet again. 

We wait about a minute before Sam pulls the headphones off and gives Colby an incredulous look. 

“Whoa,” Colby comments as he lets out a breath. 

“What happened?” Sam asks after he sees Colby’s reaction. 

“We think there’s a soldier here that is just saying that he wants us to be with him and like that he’s been trying to escape this sort of hell and find heaven, but he can’t,” Colby explains and Sam nods understandably. 

“Also when we said, like, ‘do you want us to go to the basement’, you said please,” Stas chimes in and helps explain what happened to Sam. 

“I wrote down some things. I wrote ‘not ever out’ and ‘protect’. Those are the things that stuck out most,” Amanda informs Sam as she clicks her pen and reads over the words. 

“It was really difficult to hear when you guys weren’t asking questions,” Sam informs us as he looks away for a moment then back. 

“Yeah, when we were all quiet, we just tried to be quiet for a couple times, you would never say anything,” Colby explains as he points at Sam. 

“Weird!” Sam explains as his eyes widen. 

“Yeah! That- that’s weird,” Stas agrees in a shocked tone. 

“I didn’t even think about that,” Amanda adds into the conversation. 

“True… yeah,” Kat says, nodding and smiling a little. 

“What the f***?” Sam questions in astonishment. 

“Anyone else wanna try to see what we’ll get?” Sam asks as he looks between all of us. 

“I think I will,” Colby speaks up and he goes to get up after Sam nods. 

“Colby. I don’t know. Something feels off,” I tell him as I hold onto his arm. 

“It’ll be okay, babe, I’m sure it’s just nerves,” Colby replies before he leaves a kiss on my cheek. 

I sigh, shaking my head as he gets up, switching places with Sam. As soon as he leaves, the sick feeling comes crashing down on me tenfold. I try to call out to tell them, but like before my tongue feels like dead weight in my mouth. I watch helplessly as he sits there with the headphones over his ears and Sam holds the device. Tears form in my water line, but for some reason I can’t actually shed any. 

To Be Continued….

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#45 “I can’t imagine this world without you.” could be any of the core four toward Kon

A figure stands at the foot of Kon’s bed.

He snaps from mostly-asleep to wide awake in an instant, adrenaline spearing through his chest as he hurls himself into the air, legs flailing as his TTK shoves the blankets away. Krypto jerks out of his sleep in shock—

Wait. Why didn’t Krypto bark about someone coming in?

And then Kon’s tired brain belatedly kicks into gear, and the outline of the silhouette staring at him settles into familiarity. He falls back to the bed with a thump, heart still thundering in his chest.

“Jesus, Imp, are you trying to give me a heart attack?” He barely catches himself, swallows down the Like Pa? on the tip of his tongue. “Holy shit, dude!”

Bart doesn’t move. That sets off alarm bells. He just stands there, arms wrapped around himself, and mutters, “Sorry.”

Krypto stands, stretches, ambles in a circle, and settles back down. Kon softens, concern replacing the fading alarm thrumming in his chest. He stifles a yawn. “S’okay.” His TTK reaches out, skims along the floor and up Bart’s legs, encircles Bart’s wrist and tugs him closer. “C’mere, sit. What’re you doing here? It’s, like… I dunno. Late-o’clock.”

“It’s just past three.” Bart sinks onto the edge of Kon’s mattress gingerly, like he’s not sure if he belongs there. His heartbeat could be a hummingbird. “Sorry for waking you. I didn’t mean to.”

Kon snorts. Drapes an arm over his shoulders and tugs him into his side. “What, you just wanted to watch me sleep like some kinda creep?”

For a moment that lingers far too long, Bart is tense. Then, like a switch has flipped, he slumps into Kon’s side like a puppet whose strings have been abruptly cut; he turns his face into Kon’s shoulder and throws one leg over Kon’s lap, grabs two handfuls of his shirt, and—to Kon’s dismay—sniffles.

Oh, shit.

“Imp?” Kon cajoles, gentler. He wraps his other arm around him, too, and drapes his TTK around his entire body. Bart says it’s kind of like a weighted blanket when he does that. “Hey, man, it’s okay. You’re okay. Was it—was it a nightmare, or…?”

Bart died, same as Kon, except worse because of how the Speed Force slurped him up like a bowl of noodles. Or something. Bart’s explained it; Kon still doesn’t quite get it, but he’s pretty sure it sucked. No wonder it’s got Bart fucked up. They’ve only been back a few weeks. Bart’s probably here ‘cuz Kon’s the only one he knows who also died, right? Even if Kon’s death wasn’t as fucked up as his?

“It’s been a nightmare,” Bart says fiercely, then sniffles again. “I—I woke up thinking I was still—that it was a dream and I was still the stupid Flash and you never came back, and—” He sucks in a shaky breath. “You don’t get it. I can’t—I can’t imagine this world without you. And I had to live in it. You—you—”

Wait.

What?

Bart breaks off, beats a fist helplessly against Kon’s shoulder. Kon sits, utterly shellshocked. He thought the nightmare was about Bart’s death, not…

“Oh,” he manages, breathless. There’s a strange tightness in his chest that he doesn’t want to acknowledge. “You… Imp, I…” Shit, shit, what does he even say to that? “I’m here. It’s okay.” That just sounds like platitudes. Uh… uhhh… “No wonder you wanted to creep on me at three in the morning.”

Wait, no. Why is it that every time he doesn’t know how to respond to something, he exclusively makes bad jokes?

But Bart lets out a watery laugh against his shoulder, his fist relaxing before he curls his fingers into Kon’s shirt again, and relief floods through Kon’s chest. “Grife, I wasn’t creeping.”

“You were totally creeping.” Kon hesitates for a moment, then risks dropping a kiss to the top of Bart’s hopelessly wind-mussed head. “Next time, you can just get in bed with me, doofus.”

Bart peeps up at him, golden eyes almost grey in the blue night. “…Can I stay tonight?”

“Duh.” Kon flops backwards onto his pillows, hauling Bart with him. Bart squawks, but rearranges himself against Kon’s side after a moment, hugging his arm to his chest. “Ma’ll be thrilled to see you at breakfast.”

“True.” Bart sighs, smushing his face into Kon’s shoulder. Kon can feel his lips curve into a tiny smile. “Your grandma loves me.”

Kon sighs. The “grandma” title is more debatable than whether she loves Bart. “I know, Imp. Now go to sleep.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” Bart mumbles, but his eyelashes brush Kon’s shoulder as he closes his eyes.

A comfortable silence settles over them both. Kon’s nearly asleep again when Bart’s hand creeps over onto his chest, and settles right over his beating heart. It makes him smile to himself as he drifts off again, content in the quiet night.

#rimi writes #derp-a-la-sheep #konbart #kon #bart #KONBART RIGHTS LETS GOOO BABEY #i think thats such a fun line for any of them @ kon bc. they all lived in a world without him. and none of them coped well god bless