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nyoomerr · 2 months

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Demon!SY? It's interesting to think of this ridiculous, doting man finding a persona that lets him exist within that culture

i adore all iterations of demon!sy and honestly would love to make a longer fic of it at some point... every version of it is just so tasty, shout out especially to every single person who's done abyssal monster! sy ....

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When Shen Yuan first realizes the particulars of his transmigration - that is, the fact that he’s a moderately powerful demon in this life - he’s absolutely delighted.

For normal reasons, obviously!! For normal, not-weird reasons!! Like - like the fact that Shen Yuan has the power to help Luo Binghe, as a demon!! Not because of the extra eyes he has, or the too-long limbs, or the scales that glisten in the sun, or three rows of teeth that snap through anything -!

Ahem. Not those things. Just the parts about how Shen Yuan could be useful to Luo Binghe!!

Still, when it comes to actually doing the whole be-useful-to-Binghe thing, it isn’t so simple as waiting around in the demon realm for Luo Binghe to show up before volunteering to be his advisor or whatever. By the time Luo Binghe makes it to the demon realm, he’ll be full steam ahead focusing on conquering and gathering power, and Shen Yuan falling into line wouldn’t really be seen as anything especially useful.

Shen Yuan wants to help Luo Binghe when it counts, when Luo Binghe will need the help - so naturally, Shen Yuan finds a way into the Endless Abyss.

It’s the perfect plan! Shen Yuan may not know exactly where Luo Binghe gets dropped, but he knows the general topography. On top of that, there are places where the boundary between the Abyss and the human realm is weaker and more prone to tears - if Shen Yuan uses that to map out potential places for the Abyss to open during the Immortal Alliance Conference, and cross references that with what Luo Binghe experienced in the Abyss, then Shen Yuan can certainly find the general area to wait for Luo Binghe in!

And, while he’s waiting, Shen Yuan may as well prepare to be useful! He can make a sturdy little shelter for Luo Binghe to rest and recover in before he has to face the rest of the Abyss - or, wait, should Shen Yuan make more shelters, scattered around the Abyss in the general path from where Luo Binghe will fall all the way to Xin Mo?

Shen Yuan found Xin Mo no problem, after all - of course he wasn’t going to take it, that’s Luo Binghe’s! He just wanted to make sure it was all ready for Luo Binghe when he got there! And really, it isn’t necessary that Luo Binghe fetch the stupid sword from the carcass of a beast, so Shen Yuan can just fetch Xin Mo out of there himself and get it cleaned up, and perhaps put it on a nice little pedestal for Luo Binghe to find later -

Wait, should Shen Yuan just take Xin Mo and have it ready to give to Luo Binghe in the very first little shelter, the one Luo Binghe will stay in after falling into the Abyss? No, of course not, a little bun protagonist like he’ll be when he first falls wouldn’t be ready to wield something as nasty as this toxic sword stinking up Shen Yuan’s yard - the journey through the Abyss is what prepares Luo Binghe for it.

Shen Yuan will just leave Xin Mo where he found it, guarded off from other predators but otherwise cleaned and sharpened and ready for Luo Binghe, and go back to waiting for Luo Binghe in the starting area.

…What if Luo Binghe can’t make it between shelters fast enough, though? What if Shen Yuan had built them too far apart??

Ah, he’ll have to wrangle a Snake Headed Horse Monkey for Luo Binghe to ride on! Shen Yuan can train a few of them, even, so Luo Binghe can have his pick, and -

Luo Binghe falls from the sky, landing perfectly safely in the pile of Abyssal Weed Stalks that Shen Yuan keeps to feed his farm animals with.

“Oh!” He cries, brushing dust and grime from his robes, trying to make himself presentable as Luo Binghe scrambles to sit up. “Binghe, you’re here! Ah, but I haven’t finished preparing all the maps you’ll need, and I only have enough food stored for you to last several months, and -”

Luo Binghe blinks at him, looking around with wide eyes at the stable he crashed through on his fall down into the Abyss. His robes are stained with blood - and wow, Heavenly Demon blood really does smell good! Or, haha, Shen Yuan just means that it looks so pretty! Because it came from inside of Luo Binghe! Who is very pretty!!

….Shen Yuan looks away from the blood stains. He has enough miracle healing plants in his garden for Luo Binghe to have his pick of them later, anyway, it’s fine!!

“...Do you know me?” Luo Binghe asks, wary.

“Of course!” Shen Yuan says, delighted to be asked about his knowledge of Luo Binghe. “You’re the most incredible person in the world!”

Luo Binghe, somehow, grows more suspicious.

“Who are you?” He asks, standing and taking on a ready stance despite his missing sword.

His expression has sharpened into something dark and distrustful, lacking all of the cute confusion he’d worn when first taking in his surroundings, and it makes Shen Yuan want to tut at him. Cute boy, sweet boy, Shen Yuan won’t hurt you!!

Shen Yuan moves closer to Luo Binghe, curling one of his extra arms around him dotingly.

“Binghe can call me anything he likes,” he says, which is true. Shen Yuan wasn’t given a proper name in this world, after all! “Why don’t you think of something while I get you inside, hm? I have some swords for you to choose from to replace Zheng Yang, and you’ll let me wash your hair for you, and you can get a good night’s rest before you head off to Xin Mo.”

Luo Binghe tries to duck under Shen Yuan’s arm, but Shen Yuan catches him with several of his others.

“Let go of me -!” Luo Binghe cries, eyes wide and panicked, and Shen Yuan sighs.

“There’s no need to be afraid,” he says soothingly, his teeth clicking reassuringly at Luo Binghe. “Here, look -”

Shen Yuan pulls Luo Binghe up off the ground, cradling him in his arms and leaning down to press his mouth gently to Luo Binghe’s forehead.

It isn’t a kiss, for the record!! Shen Yuan would never dare to kiss Luo Binghe, or a man in general, or -

Anyway, it’s not a kiss!! Shen Yuan is just showing Luo Binghe that no matter how cool and dangerous his mouth looks, it won’t ever hurt Luo Binghe!!

“See?” Shen Yuan says, straightening but not setting Luo Binghe down. “I won’t hurt you.”

Luo Binghe stares up at Shen Yuan with wide, shocked eyes, his cheeks flushing with color, and stops struggling. Shen Yuan hums, pleased, and uses one of his spare arms to pat indulgently at Luo Binghe’s head.

“Good boy,” Shen Yuan says. “Now, let’s get you taken care of, hm?”

#MAN i love abyssal demon sy....#svsss #scum villain's self saving system #bingqiu #fic drabble

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stalarys · 6 months

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the reward is more the risk is great

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art for @desertduality 's scar-centric fic, ad astra

#kicks art into the tumblr abyss and vanishes back into the dark #bitches be like “this fic wont have a grasp on me that hard” and then make full ass art for it #trafficblr #traffic life #secret life #goodtimeswithscar

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tongues--and--teeth · 2 months

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Lovvveeeee this fic from @thebiscuitlabryinth sooo much omg. She’s such a visual writer I felt like I could actually see what was going on while reading lol.

Click for better quality!

POV: you’re Pure Vanilla Cookie

#Sorry for the tag!#I cannot give compliments for the life of me sorry #tbf I really like all his fics #but this one….. I am a sucker for dream sequences and stained glass….#couldn’t get SM’s soul jam fizzling out to look right #like I drew a whole abyss thing under it but it just kinda… didn’t work #anyway SM in light while PVs in more shadow a la we’re two sides of the same coin #they’re so special to me I also think they kiss right after this /j #crk #teethart #cookie run fanart #cookie run kingdom #fanart #shadow milk cookie #shadow milk crk #cookie run #pure vanilla crk #pure vanilla cookie #vanilla milkshake #shadowvanilla #pureshadow #pure vanilla x shadow milk #digital art #artists on tumblr #honestly though it might just be the flu talking but this might be legit the best thing I’ve ever drawn #They're in the solarium of unity right??? bc I swear I saw that

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bri-does-art · 1 year

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An assortment of CotA related doodles from my sketchbook (and one digital), that can also be found in the end notes of chapter 6.

(Source for the last one: Capochiino’s “I’m so f***ing done” expression meme)

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #daycare attendant #fnaf sun #helpy #fnaf sundrop #call of the abyss #so much goofy stuff for a fic that isn't :'DD #or at least - not THAT goofy #''this is a serious semi-horror fic with serious themes'' *draws a bunch of memes*#i'm always a little self-conscious when posting stuff straight from my sketchbook #i can't correct proportions or anatomy stuff as easily as with digital art OTL

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caycanteven · 11 months

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Not me out here spending 11 hours making a full illustration for a fic I’m currently reading. I still feel I could do more but I think my hand is broken. Not me out here spending 11 hours making a full illustration for a fic I’m currently reading. I still feel I could do more but I think my hand is broken.

A lil project I have been working diligently on after reading half way through Abyssal Lights by @dracoria-nebulae and honestly, I can’t tell you how excited I was that reader was an eel siren man. So I cracked some knuckles and got to work. Red is also here flirting with the big fishy as expected of him (I couldn’t not draw him, he’s my fav lmfao)

Check out Abyssal Lights on AO3 and give this amazing author some love please <3 (I also plan to do something for Smoke and Mirrors once my hand heals cause MMMMMMMM Nostra....)

#sans #underfell sans #my art #caycantdraw #abyssal lights #fanfic fanart #i broke my hand finishing this #i drew this instead of sleeping #i love this fic sm cant wait for more #literally my favorite sea creature #eels are so bbg #sorry for double tag dracoria initial post was garbo reee #cays fanart

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happypeachsludgeflower · 18 days

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Does anyone else just love chaotic svsss identity reveals? It’s like a dopamine wild party every time I get to watch Cang Qiong Peak realize Shen Yuan’s a baby.

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katsu28 · 1 year

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OMG grapple with rafe please 🤭🤭

i have not written for this man in a hot minute!! thank u for requesting ri my dear ILY <3

rafe cameron x reader, 1.8k

“You want me to take you down.”

“No, I want you to try.”

“You’re a child, Cameron.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re scared, aren’t you?” Rafe teased, holding your phone up high and away from your reaching hands. “C’mon, you want it back, you’re gonna have to come get it.”

“I’m not playing your game!” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Just give it back!”

“Come. Get. It.” He repeated slowly, a drawn out proposition paired with the gleefully smug grin on his face that had you huffing in annoyance at your best friend. He tossed your phone on the armchair behind him, hunkering down into a guard stance. “You can admit defeat, y’know. Just say ‘Rafe Cameron is the greatest of all time’. I’ll even shorten it for you, you can just call me the GOAT.”

“How ‘bout I call you a donkey instead?”

He feigned being stabbed in the gut for a few dramatic seconds before pulling the imaginary knife out and pretending to drop it on the floor. “Low blow, but I can handle it.”

You rolled your eyes at him. There were two options here—play his game and try to take him down, or surrender and say those dreaded words. Naturally, you picked the one you had no chance at.

Sending a prayer to whoever was listening, you feigned left and went right, lunging at Rafe to the best of your ability. He didn’t fall for your weak attempt at a fake out, instead catching you around the waist and taking you down to the carpet with ease.

You noticed that he took the care to slide his hand under your head so it didn’t bounce off the floor. It would’ve been nice, except that hand retreated and pinned your wrist above your head before you could fight Rafe off. He did the same to the other hand too.

His knee slotted between yours for leverage as you wriggled in his grasp with no avail. You were pinned securely under his hands as he loomed over you.

“Told you I’d win.” He breathed, his grin very Cheshire cat-like. You opened your mouth to shoot back a witty retort, but your voice died in your throat when his head dropped down a little closer towards yours.

You suddenly came to terms with the very compromising position you were in with Rafe right now; your faces were mere inches apart, so close you could smell that damn mint gum he was always chewing on. So close you could see the scar hidden in his eyebrow he’d gotten when he’d crashed his bike when you were kids, the flecks of green in his blue eyes. In short, he was right there.

The tension in the room had quickly turned unbearably thick, too heavy for your liking, but you couldn’t bring yourself to break eye contact. Part of you liked the way Rafe was looking at you.

His eyes flicked down to your lips for a split millisecond before snapping right back up, and if you hadn’t been in such close proximity, you wouldn’t have noticed it at all. But you did, and so began the most devious plan that you really only had a few seconds to formulate in your head.

You pretended to struggle for a few more seconds before feigning giving up, aiming a pout up at Rafe. His mouth curved into a smug sort of smile, all previous intensity in those irritatingly pretty eyes of his long since forgotten. He probably thought he’d just won.

“Face it, you can’t—” Whatever gloat he was about to throw your way was cut off by you leaning up towards him, pressing your lips against his. Rafe made a strangled sort of sound right off the bat, freezing immediately the instant your mouth touched his. Just as fast, he kissed you back eagerly, way more eager than one friend should be kissing the other. And as cliche as it was to say it, fireworks erupted in your belly, bursting against your ribcage like it was the goddamn Fourth of July.

You only hoped he couldn’t hear how loud your heart was pounding in your chest.

His grip on your wrists loosened, one hand coming down to brace himself on the carpet while the other planted itself next to your head. The way he was kissing you so firmly nearly had you melting, but the little voice at the back of your head was yelling at you to remember what all this was for. No, you weren’t kissing Rafe Cameron just for shits and giggles; you were on a mission. And no matter how good it felt, how right, you’d be damned if you didn’t complete it.

You bent your knees, planting them against his firm chest and pushing up—not hard enough for it to hurt, but hard enough that you caught him off guard. Before he could register what was happening, you had him flipped on his back, tables very much turned with his wrists trapped in both your hands.

“Gotcha.” You breathed, mirroring his earlier smile now that you were the one with the upper hand. Rafe’s Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped hard, tongue darting out to lick his lips nervously. Maybe you were completely misinterpreting the situation entirely, but it almost looked like he wanted to kiss you again. You clambered off him quickly to rid the thought, snatching your phone off the cushion and shoving it into your back pocket. “Good game.”

Rafe stumbled to his feet and cleared his throat, hunched shoulders straightening as he brushed the nonexistent dust from his polo. “I should—I’m gonna, uh, get going. Wheeze asked me to help her with something for school, I should go…help her with it.” Lie. He just didn’t know what to do other than go.

“Right, yeah, of course. You should go.” Lie. You just didn’t know what to do other than let him.

He rocked on the balls of his feet awkwardly a few times, hands shoved into his shorts pockets awkwardly. “I’ll text you later?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool, uh. Bye then.”

You watched him leave, watched him let himself out and make his way down the walk and climb into his truck, wanting to say something more but losing your chance the second he drove away.

“Shit,” You breathed, burying your face in your hands. It seemed like a smart plan at the time, but now having said and done it, kissing Rafe—kissing your best friend who didn’t feel the same way about you—was the stupidest idea you’d ever had.

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You’d just gotten settled into bed when you heard a commotion at your window that sounded suspiciously like pebbles clinking against the glass, and you knew who it was in an instant. There was only one person who preferred the throwing rocks at your window method over texting, so when you padded over and peered outside, you weren’t surprised to see Rafe grinning back up at you.

He motioned for you to open the window and you did, retreating back to the warm comfort of your blankets as he climbed up the tree next to your room and slid inside expertly. He’d probably done the same maneuver a million times throughout your lives, though this time it was different. This time, you weren’t just two best friends having a late night hangout. The same tension from earlier was back, only this time, your kiss weighed heavy on your chest.

“Hi,” He said quietly, brushing the leaves out of his product-less hair. The action made the soft strands flop over his forehead, giving him a younger, more boyish look. You always did enjoy this version of him.

“Hi.” You echoed, trying to ignore the feeling it sent flip-flopping through your stomach. Rafe always gave you that feeling.

“Mind if I sit?”

“‘Course.” Rafe sat a sizable distance away from you at the foot of your bed, broad shoulders hunched, leg bouncing. You knew this change in demeanor was because of what you’d done earlier.

“Can I ask—”

“Is everything—” You pressed your lips shut, motioning for him to speak first.

“Can I ask you a question?” He repeated, smoothing his hand over his knee as if that would stop it from shaking up and down. You merely nodded. You didn’t trust yourself to say or do anything else. ��Okay. Okay, cool.” He cleared his throat, inhaling a quick breath and letting it out just as fast. “Did you mean it? Earlier, when you kissed me. Was it real?”

“Real,” You repeated, tilting your head at him.

“Yeah, real. Like, did you kiss me because you just wanted to win, or because you actually wanted to? Was it a real kiss? With like, real feelings behind it.”

You knew what you wanted to say, but you just weren’t sure if you wanted to say it. Because if you said it out loud, that would make your feelings real and not just a nagging feeling deep in your chest. If you said it out loud, there was no taking it back, no fixing things if everything went wrong. This would be permanent.

But with the way he was looking at you, the way he knew you, there was no point in lying. “It was real, Rafe. I wanted to.”

His mouth fell into a surprised little oh, but he was quick to shift his reaction. “Think maybe you’d wanna do it again?” He asked, a genuine question marked with a hopeful smile curving his lips.

You only had time to nod before Rafe was right up against you, hands sliding up to cup your face softly, lips meeting yours even softer. The ring on his index finger was cold against the warmth of your skin, leaving a coolness in its wake as his hand moved to settle at the back of your neck. Your hands found themselves twisting into the front of his faded Kildare Academy sweatshirt, bringing him closer to you.

This kiss was much sweeter than the first. While that one was spur of the moment clumsy, this one was tender. Less like working towards an end goal and more like going with the flow, seeing where you’d end up.

Rafe was panting by the time he pulled away, chest heaving as his eyes searched yours for any ounce of regret and came up empty. Then he smiled, big, wide, relieved. You didn’t think you’d ever get tired of seeing that smile, especially when it was aimed at you.

“I’m gonna be completely honest with you, I would’ve won if you hadn’t kissed me.” He insisted, giving your neck a playful squeeze. You opened your mouth to protest, but he pressed another quick kiss against your lips. “But I don’t even mind that you played dirty, because now I’ve won the best prize of all.”

“Oh, boo. That was so cheesy, Cameron.”

“I got my girl, I’m allowed to be cheesy for once.”

#first time writing in a month can i get a hell yeahh from the rafe girlies #okay im gonna disappear back into the abyss i just wanted to let u folks know im still alive n kickin (kinda)#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron fluff #non canon rafe cameron #non canon rafe cameron x reader #outer banks #obx #obx netflix #drew starkey

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uncontrol-freak · 22 days

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an update, if you fancy.

#voidkeeper writes #abyssal fic #dishonored fanfic

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thecampjuicebox · 6 months

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The Devil You Do

Pairing: Ascendant Raphael x Tav(f) x Haarlep(m)

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

POV: 2nd person

Warnings: SMUT, monster fucking, blood, pain for pleasure, whipping, stretching, scratching, overstimulation, double penetration

Searing pain rips through your core with each crack of the leather strap against your ass. Thwip! You cry out, head falling forward between your shoulders. Haarlep grins at your reactions, arm rearing back to land another deliciously hot blow to your bruised skin. Thwip! Trembling hands search the silk sheets beneath you for a place to hold onto. Anything to distract you from the well deserved lashes. Your legs tremble beneath you, barely holding up your bent over frame.

"You've stopped counting, Mouse. Shall I begin again?"

You shake your head furiously, sweat dripping from your brows and into your eyes, hair falling around your shoulders and face, slick with sweat.

"N-No.. That was f-fifteen.."

Haarlep leans down towards your smarting flesh, tongue flicking out to collect the little beads of blood forming along the whip lines. Without warning, another smack lands against your skin and you jolt forward, hoping to escape the force of the leather strap. Thwip!

"Sixteen!"

Tears well up in your glossy eyes, eyelashes dusted with little droplets of both tears and salty sweat. Raphael tuts from the corner of the room. He stands, approaching the scene with a slow walk, a cat stalking it's prey. Warm fingers trace along the globes of your ass. You hiss at the friction against your fresh wounds, practically purring now when Raphael's fingers dip to your dripping cunt.

"Don't let her fool you, Haarlep. Look at just how wet she is for us."

Raphael lifts his fingers, index and middle stretching apart to window pane your slick between them, the clear fluid stretching into a thin film. Haarlep groans at the sight, landing a harder lash to your left ass cheek, the very tip of the strap leaving a mark on the small of your back. Two more lashes follow in quick succession. Raphael reaches out and stops a fourth lash from connecting to your abused skin, grasping the leather strap and yanking it from Haarlep's hands quickly. Haarlep wines and sits on his knees obediently. The devil reaches down to grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up so the rest of your body follows. He presses your back to his chest and wraps a large hand around your throat, fingers pressing just enough to your arteries that your vision goes fuzzy. Hot lips coast along your earlobe.

"Ready to apologize for disobeying me?"

You chew your bottom lip in further defiance, a grin twisting your thin lips upwards. Haarlep giggles and points at you, grinding his hips into the firm mattress, cock straining against the small leather harness.

"Let me ruin her, Raphael. Please. Pretty please. She's not sorry. Let me make her sorry!"

You spit at the incubus and Raphael hisses into your ear, leather strap slapping swiftly against your outer thigh. A strained cry forces itself from your throat and he shoves you forward onto the bed, kicking your legs apart. Haarlep crawls towards you slowly, fingers walking their way up your arm, over your shoulder, and across your shoulder blades before snaking their way into your hair and shoving your face into the bed. You grunt at the force, hips bucking backwards towards Raphael. He lands another hit against your other thigh and you let out a muffled whine into the sheets, hands grasping in front of you to attempt to push yourself back up for air. Haarlep doubles down, pressing your face even harder into the mattress, a breathy chuckle rumbling in his chest at your pure suffering. The harsh sting of nails makes you cry out, Raphael scratching one long stripe down your spine, blood pooling in the dimples of your lower back. Haarlep growls to himself, palming at his painfully erect cock.

"Can I have her now? You've had plenty of fun.."

The incubus whines up at Raphael, earning a smack to his cheek. A quick hand reaches out to grasp the sides of his face, cheeks squishing together and lips puckering out.

"Wait. Your. Turn."

Raphael releases Haarlep's face with a rough shove and turns his attention back to you, hands rubbing up and down the sides of your thighs gently, extra pressure being applied to the swollen lines from the leather strap. In one swift motion, Raphael scoops you into his arms and tosses you fully onto the bed, body jostling around like a corpse. You grunt on impact, not daring to move any more than Raphael has already allowed you to. After the lashing you've received so far, and the plenty more to come, you consider disobeying Raphael regularly. Warm slick coats your inner thighs and you squeeze them together tightly, doing all you can to mask your enjoyment, your cunt throbbing for release. Raphael follows you up onto the bed, shedding his coat and shirt in the process. Rough hands force your legs down on either side of him, Haarlep joining in to help restrain your wrists above your head. You wiggle beneath the two men and whimper.

"I can't wait to stretch you out, little mouse."

Two pairs of warm lips immediately attach to your nipples, tongues and teeth fighting with the sensitive buds. You tilt your head, back bowing off of the bed, the hot pain from the marks on your ass making your legs shudder.

"Gods, p-please.."

"Gods? Aha! There are none of those here."

Haarlep chuckles against your breast and bites down roughly, leaving little pin holes in a perfect circle. Raphael eagerly kicks off his boots and leathers, angry red cock springing up, a bead of pre-cum collecting in the little slit at the tip. His hands move underneath your thighs and lift your legs up and apart as far as your hips will allow, exposing your sopping wet cunt to him. He licks his lips, thrusting his hips slowly to rub his cock against your hole.

"Beg for it, mouse."

Your hips buck upwards, begging for friction. You whine. Mewl. Cry out for his touch. You're so far beyond begging now. You need him to fuck you or you feel you might keel over.

"Please, Raphael. Please stretch me out. Make me pay for my sins."

"Oh, how delicious."

Heat rises in your spine and into your head, brain practically boiling in your skull. Raphael lands a rough smack to your clit before shoving his cock inside of you, every inch filling you up so well. Your walls tighten around him and he grunts loudly at the sudden grip. Oh, fuck. He's much larger than you anticipated. He bottoms out inside of you, the tip of his cock pressing into your cervix, sweet pain sending shockwaves deep into your belly. The air around you thickens. Time slows down. Raphael thrusts furiously into to your cunt, each movement stretching you more and more. Haarlep lays on his stomach to watch the delicious display, cooing into your ear to earn extra moans and whimpers from his words. His hand reaches down to rub agonizingly slow circles onto your clit, rearing back to occasionally land a harsh smack to the bundle of nerves. Each slap makes you tighten around Raphael and he digs his nails into your thighs, little rivulets of blood staining his fingernails. You pant heavily at the combinations of sounds and sensations. You want more. Crave more. Drool pools in the back of your throat as the devil fucks into you with delectable speed.

Haarlep sits up with a sudden idea, crawling to the end of the bed to whisper into Raphael's ear. With a grin, Raphael pulls away from you and you whine loudly at the sudden emptiness.

"N-No, please!"

"Patience, mouse. Patience. You'll thoroughly enjoy what is coming next, I swear it."

Haarlep's voice is thick and sweet like honey, gentle fingers keeping contact with your clit just enough to make you whimper. The air sizzles around you like a camp fire, heat and flames licking over your skin with a fury you've never known. You shield your eyes with your forearm. "A-Ah.." The heaviness around you makes you dizzy, lungs burning, skin seemingly melting where you lay. Haarlep claps in excitement as Raphael's human form shreds to pieces in front of you, a tall, flaming monster with massive wings and teeth to match climbing out of the husk. You gasp loudly, backing away from the edge of the bed and into Haarlep's open arms.

"Shh, little one. You're in for such a mouthwatering treat."

The large creature reaches out to you, claws burying themselves into the flesh of your plush thighs, anchoring there. You shriek at the sudden burn of pain and blood. Terror makes your heart thump audibly behind your chest as Haarlep holds you in place, the monster mounting you where Raphael once was. The boiling heat of his skin makes you writhe beneath him. Never have you been stricken with such fear as you are right now, the impending doom of being fucked into oblivion by this creature making you sweat profusely. And yet. You're aroused. Painfully and desperately aroused. Your teeth grasp onto your bottom lip and chew, wet eyes blinking up at the monster that took Raphael's place. You part your legs sheepishly, inviting it in. Haarlep groans happily, hand resuming its place on your clit, rubbing in clockwise circles. Head falling back against his chest, you close your eyes and wait. Wait for the pain. Glowing orange eyes scan over your body, taking inventory of the feast before them. You're positively soaked and ready. Just begging to be filled to the brim. The being in front of you moves in, lining it's massive cock up with your aching cunt. With a slow thrust it begins its descent into your depths, stretching you to capacity. You cry out, Haarlep whispering little praises into your ear as you take the pain gracefully. His hand continues to work your nub.

"Yes.. So good, mouse. So obedient. So ready for Raphael. Such a good little pet you are."

You mewl at his praises, eyes rolling back into your head. The pain is intense. Delicious. Paralyzing. Raphael removes his claws from your thighs and grasps your hips, tugging you closer to him, hips rolling into you with each small thrust. Your cunt shows much resistance to his size, fiery jolts of pain zapping your spine each time he plows into you. The mix of pain and pleasure nearly makes your heart stop. You reach for Haarlep's comforting embrace, only being met with his rough hands grabbing at your wrists and holding them down, forcing you to succumb to stillness.

"Don't move. Be a good girl and stay still."

The monster above you howls into the air, thrusts losing any sense of rhythm as it rapidly nears its end. His claws find purchase in the globes of your ass and without warning, he flips you over, Haarlep carefully moving himself out of the way. You lift your ass into the air, keening when the monstrous being slides out of you to adjust its position. You pant into the bed heavily. Raphael lifts you up and lies down on the blood soaked sheets where you once rested, placing you carefully on top of him. Your skin sizzles on contact with his and you hiss loudly. Little heat blisters speckle your skin and you whine in pain, moving yourself away from the source.

"Poor mouse.. Would the healing pool make this easier for you?"

You nod, chewing your lips apprehensively. Haarlep eyes the monster for a moment, earning a nod of approval. Careful hands lift you up into Haarlep's strong arms and he crosses the boudoir to the large pool of warm water near the front of the room. He lowers your trembling body into the water and you hiss at the temperature before settling on the bottom, eyes fluttering closed. The wounds on your back and ass begin to heal slowly, the harsh sting of the lashes dissipating. Your skin tingles in the healing liquid. "Better?" You nod enthusiastically, soaking for just a moment more before standing and ascending the stairs of the pool. Haarlep holds a helping hand out to you and you slide your fingers into his. You eagerly climb back into the bed to Haarlep's surprise, quickly mounting the monster that lies there. Without hesitation you line yourself up with the massive cock beneath you, sliding onto it with a thunderous groan. Haarlep moves behind you to hold you steady.

"Mm, so eager. What's changed? Such a brave little mouse you are. So proud of you."

You grin and grind your hips back and forth, jaw falling slack at the overwhelmingly painful stretch of your cunt, your slick not being enough lubricant for the monster's girth. Haarlep pops a thumb into his mouth, tongue swirling around the digit to moisten it with as much saliva as he can muster. You lean forward onto the monster, breasts sizzling against his molten chest. A loud yelp bursts from your throat as Haarlep forces his slick thumb into your puckered asshole, the digit sliding in and out with plenty of resistance. The monster beneath you growls emphatically, claws digging into your thighs where they once held purchase, blood spilling from the new puncture wounds. The speed of your hips picks up considerably, fucking yourself on the massive cock stretching you so deliciously. Haarlep replaces his thumb with his own aching cock, the sudden sensation making you cry out into the air, head falling between your shoulders as his presses his chest to your back. The three of you rock in tandem. A strong hand wraps around your throat making you straighten upwards, another reaching down to work your clit in painfully fast and rough motions. First in circles, then side to side, loud moans and whines melding together into incoherent babbles.

"That's it, pet. Scream for us. Let the Hells know who you belong to!"

The slaps of skin on skin echoes through the boudoir. Hips clash, claws rip through flesh, blood covers skin and sheets alike. Your vision blurs from the ecstasy. Raphael snaps beneath you, teeth chattering as he holds you down on his rigid cock. Suddenly, molten cum spews into your fluttering walls, the creature beneath you panting and growling in pure pleasure. You grin down at him, fingertips tracing the spikes and veins on his hot skin. Flames rise around you, skin scorching at the pure heat of it all. You cry out and Haarlep holds onto you tightly. Raphael's human form reappears beneath you, naked and completely spent. He pants loudly. You gape around his softened cock, cum, blood, and slick mixing together and dripping down his hips in a deliciously grotesque concoction. He smirks up at you and holds you in place as Haarlep continues to fuck into your ass, thrusts so rough they send you lurching forward. The incubus grasps a handful of your hair and yanks your head back, the fingers of his free hand still working furiously at your clit. That very familiar knot of pleasure winds in your belly. You scream but nothing comes out. Only hot air. Raphael chuckles loudly.

"She's so close, Haarlep. Finish her off. You're doing such a good job."

Haarlep moans loudly at Raphael's praise, hips halting as he suddenly spills his warm seed into your ass, continuing his harsh thrusts to throw you over the edge. Trembling hands grasp at anything to keep you steady and you gasp, orgasm crashing over your body, hot like the very hellfire that surrounds you. You buck your hips against Haarlep's still swirling fingers. Raphael lifts you off of him carefully and Haarlep slides his cock out of you, only to switch holes. He spins you around, sweaty bodies pressing together tightly and he continues to fuck into your spent cunt. Tears spill out of your eyes, loud sobs driving Haarlep to move harder. Faster. Hungrier. Bouncing you on his still adamantine cock, he steps off of the bed, moving towards the pool of healing. He lowers the two of you into the water, a gentle hiss sounding from the water cooling your scorching skin and making steam rise around your bodies. You grasp Haarlep's shoulders, begging and pleading for him to stop. To let you breathe. Anything to calm to intense overstimulation. And yet, another orgasm builds rapidly in your depths. Your walls tighten around him, milking him to his second climax. Raphael watches from the bed, fingers playing in the mixture pooled on his abdomen.

You're thrown over the edge without warning. Nails tearing at Haarlep's shoulders, blood trickling into the otherwise clear water around you. He grunts in ecstasy, cock twitching furiously inside of you as you grip onto him before falling completely limp in his arms. He chuckles and releases you to float in front of him. You blink your eyes up at the ceiling of the boudoir, blood rushing in your ears, the soothing water calming the violent pulsating in your core. A comfortable sigh escapes your heaving chest and you steady yourself in the pool, eyes flicking back and forth between Haarlep's tired body and Raphael, who is now sitting on the edge of the bed. He stands, moving towards the pool to descend into the blood tinted liquid, exhaling heavily at the comforting release of the ache in his muscles. You paddle towards him, nuzzling up to his warm chest, fingers toying with the course hair swaying in the gentle waves of the water. Strong arms press you into him and he places a gentle kiss on the top of your head. You sigh happily in your master's arms.

"Don't think I've forgiven you for what you've done. Rest up, mouse. You'll need it."

#bg3 fanfiction #bg3 smut #bg3 fanfic #raphael bg3 #raphael smut #raphael x tav #haarlep #haarlep x tav #haarlep smut #smut #oops #going to fade into the abyss now #my fic #monster fucker

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shadow-pixelle · 6 months

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Here's a random DCxDP snippet!

Wrote this on Monday. Was gonna post it yesterday and then kinda... forgot. It's a completely disconnected snippet- that is, I have no context for what's going on here, what kind of AU it is, or much of anything else at all. Also currently have no plans to try and expand it, though I might mess with it in the future when I have time? We'll see.

Honestly 80% of the reason I'm posting this is because I sent it to Kali and absolutely devastated her with the worldbuilding, so shrug.

“I need you to understand,” Danny said, gripping the side of the table. Tucker put a hand on his shoulder for support, and he leaned into it slightly, being very careful to keep his focus on any Bat other than Hood. “And I mean really understand, that this isn’t just- a crime. It’s not that simple.”

“Phantom…?” Red Robin sounded confused, and slightly wary.

Danny couldn’t blame him, given the situation. Ancients, Danny had just had to give up his secret identity just to make sure he didn’t try and kidnap a Bat. Nothing about this situation was normal or reasonable.

“The Infinite Realms has a lot of beings in it.” Tucker said carefully, and Danny could kiss him for being willing to lead the conversation. “Like, a lot. And they’re all ghosts in some form. But the thing about ghosts is that they can’t be killed. They’re already dead, or- like, similar to dead? The only thing you can do to stop them is imprison them or End them.”

“And Ending someone is serious.” Sam took over, stepping forward to lean into Danny’s side. “Ending someone… nothing comes back for that. When we say Ended, we mean it. There is nothing left.”

“The previous Ghost King was a being called Pariah Dark.” Danny began, fixing his eyes on Batman for someone to focus on. “He was insane, a tyrant and a conqueror. Violent. Unwilling to compromise. Anyone who stood in his way was dealt with, one way or another. He wanted to claim everything.”

“No-one tried to stop him?”

Danny’s eyes flicked to Nightwing as Tucker laughed, raw and exhausted. “He was the Ghost King. He ruled the entire Infinite Realms. He carried the sort of power that gods dream of.”

“The Ghost King can force his word, his Rule, on pretty much every being in the Realms. As close to absolute power as you can get, in the end. Everything in the Realms is made from ectoplasm, and the Ghost King can manipulate that at levels most people can’t even start to believe. There’s only two types of beings that can even try to resist that.”

“One’s the Ancients. They’re old ghosts, the oldest you can get. Incarnations of gods, concepts, things like that. But the problem with that is that they’re also limited, kinda. They can disobey the Crown, no matter what sort of Rules it puts out, but fighting back? They can stop him, sure, that’s how Pariah Dark got sealed away the first time, but they can’t stop him being King. They can’t take the Crown, even if they win. They’re bound too much to the things they incarnate, the gods they were and are. They can’t be the Ghost King. Those ties stop them being as firmly Ruled over, but it means they can’t take the Crown away. All they can do is delay it.”

“The second,” Danny took over again from his friends, grateful for their support, as the various Bats around the room looked horrified. Afraid. And for good reason, really.

It was only going to get worse.

“The second were beings called Halfas.”

A breath.

“Halfas are the only beings in the entire Infinite Realms that aren’t entirely ecto. Not alone. They’re… well. Half.”

“Half beings.”

“Half living, half dead.”

“And because of that, they’re the Balance.” Danny leaned into Sam, letting Tucker step closer again. “Equally alive and dead. Equally bound to their ecto and not. Halfas were the Balance because they cannot be Ruled.”

“From what we understand, Halfas were created by the Realms itself.” Sam said quietly. “They existed to be the Balance. Slipping from living to dead to living whenever they wanted, all the powers of a ghost and all the benefits of a living being mixed into one.”

“They were rare, because they couldn’t be killed. Kill the human side, and the ghost half keeps them alive until they recover. You can’t kill a ghost, and anything that could contain a ghost, the human side walks right out of. They were there as Balance, between the living and the dead. Advisors to the Ghost King, helping to keep things smooth between the living and the dead whenever they had to interact. Balance. Beings that couldn’t be Ruled by the Ghost King because they were as much alive as ecto.”

“They were there to stop tyrants.”

Tucker nodded at Robin’s quiet voice, and paused. It was an offer to Danny, he knew, to take this part as well. He and Sam knew everything about this. Danny didn’t need to be the one to explain.

He spoke up. “From what records say, there were around six thousand Halfas at the start of Pariah Dark’s reign.” He told them. “They were the Balance. They saw what Pariah Dark was doing and had a duty to stop it. Up until ten years ago, there were no Halfas in existence.”

The group seemed to pale.

“Halfas can’t be killed, but anything can be Ended.” He said quietly. “Pariah Dark went around every single Halfa that came to stop him, and he destroyed them so utterly that they cannot exist any more. Not as ambient ectoplasm in the Realms, not as shades or smaller spirits, not as a being in the reincarnation cycle waiting to live and die. Every single one of those Halfas no longer exists, because he destroyed everything that made them them and then destroyed all the remaining pieces as well.

“Dark Pariah was a tyrant. And he was the reason that I learned everything about my entire species from second or third hand knowledge. Everything that I know about myself? I either figured it out myself, found it in some of the few books that still exist about Halfas, or heard it from the Ancients. And those last two didn’t know much at all, in the end. Halfas were so rare that the only thing most beings got were rumours, and the Ancients weren’t an exception to that, and not many Halfas ever bothered to write things down about themselves and their powers. They couldn’t die, after all.”

Danny shivered, a little. Sam and Tucker leaned in more on either side, keeping him upright as much as the table was. None of the Bats were moving.

“I’m telling you this because I need you to understand,” he said again. ��Pariah Dark was a tyrant. A nightmare. The worst thing to happen to the Realms ever. He committed so many genocides that there aren’t records of it any more, and the only silver lining,” he spat the words, mocking, because there is no silver lining in senseless slaughter, “Is that all but one of these were against the living. They were allowed to exist as ghosts. Pariah Dark was a monster.”

Danny wrenched his eyes away from Batman and looked directly at Red Hood. He pushed down the impulse to take him away, to hide him, to get him to Frostbite for help and maul and destroy anyone who got in his way, who tried to threaten him-

He pushed down his shudder, and looked Red Hood directly in the eyes.

“Pariah Dark was a monster, and even he would consider what was done to you unforgivable.”

Hood jolted. So did the rest of the Bats, looking for all the world like they’d just restarted breathing again, no longer frozen in time.

“We can’t explain to you what we’re seeing.” Sam said from his side, and she sounded almost apologetic. “It’s- literally, there are no words in any living language to explain what it looks like. And we’re only Liminal, a little bit dead. We don’t see as clearly as beings like Phantom do. But it’s-”

Words seemed to fail her, and Tucker reached around Danny’s back to squeeze her shoulder in comfort.

Danny tried, pulling his eyes away from Hood again so he could think past the urge to steal him away and hide him somewhere safe. “It’s like I’m looking at a baby.” He tried to explain. “Or- I don’t know. A puppy? Whatever cute little thing you want to go with. Something small and delicate and needing to be looked after. Something that shouldn’t be on it’s own, because it’s too young to survive. Like someone took a premature puppy, and then just.” He paused. Gestured. “Just mutilated it. Whatever horrible things you can think of, the most evil things you can imagine at all, just. All of that. And then left it crying in the trash to rot and die, except it can’t die.”

None of the Bats that he could see out of the corner of his eye look well. Hood was-

His core, the half-mangled thing that was barely there, barely able to exist and yet still trying desperately to survive, was shrieking in horror.

“Phantom’s a Protection spirit.” Sam murmured, into the silence of that. “He’s a guardian, every instinct he has is aimed at keeping people safe.”

“I can’t look at you right now.” Danny confessed to that tiny lost child. “If I look at you too long, I just- Every instinct I have is telling me to get you away, to take you back to the Realms and hide you somewhere safe while I get a doctor or twelve, and that if anyone else gets even close to you they need to be mauled. I transformed because those instincts were even worse in ghost form, and I didn’t want to hurt anyone who wasn’t responsible for this.”

“I want to wrap them up in vines and strangle them.”

“I’d kinda like to suffocate all of them in sand and then mount them on a wall or something.”

“And they’re Liminal.” Danny added. “They’re not even fully dead, barely even dead at all. Any being of the Realms that sees you is going to want to help, or at least get vengeance, because it’s-

“It’s not even something Pariah Dark would do, and he committed a genocide of an entire people just because he didn’t want to be held accountable and couldn’t stand having people he couldn’t control in the Realms.”

For a long, long moment, no-one spoke. None of them even seemed to be breathing.

Danny flickered his eyes across Hood one more time, then focused on Batman again.

“So,” he said, as firmly as he could. “I’d quite like to know who did that to him. Because my next step is going to be to call the Council, get war declared on them, and then erase them.”

#dcxdp #fic writing #my writing #random scenes from the abyss #danny phantom #sam manson #tucker foley #bruce wayne #jason todd #like i said might poke this some more #cause i really *do* kinda like the worldbuilding going on here #it's pretty neat and i could do some interesting things with it i think #but that means i need some free time lol #so for now enjoy this #braided fates au

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archonsabyss · 17 days

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don't u just love yunho duality

And he looks fuckable in both. I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE. He can't seriously be real and not mine. Because that two things just don't fit in a sentence.

I want yunho, okay. I seriously want him. I want to love him. I want to ravish him. I want to spoil him. I want to devour him. I want to run my hands through his hair and whisper sweet everything's into his ear, just like I want to run my hands across his shoulders and down his arms and kiss his throat. I want to tenderly stroke his cheeks while simultaneously kissing the other! It's so infuriating how much I want him.

Don't get me started on his hands, I want to grab them, hold them, play with them, compare our hand sizes, trace over his veins with my finger, kiss his knuckles. But on the other hand I also want to ride them, want them in me, want to suck them, want to choke on them. HE GIVES ME SO MUCH MIXED FEELINGS, HONESTLY. WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ABOUT IT?? Yunho the type of boyfriend to be everything! Maybe I'm delusional which I certainly am, but he'd be so imperfectly perfect. Every dynamic is possible! The relationship would be such a damn dream that no one would believe he's real, or that being in a relationship with him is actually a reality. AND I HAVE YET TO EVEN BEGIN- one of my recent posts was of straddling his waist. You can't tell me you don't think about that all the time because his waist is damn slutty. Yunho + dancer = Stamina✨ and stamina + you = 🧑‍🦽 BECAUSE HEAVENS, I AM SERIOUSLY BURYING MYSELF DEEPER INTO MY SELF DUG GRAVE.

#I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING OF HIS DUALITY BUT THAT'S BETTER LEFT FOR A MORE DETAILED DESCRIPTION IN MY FIC #₊⊹ ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖⭒✮ abyss inbox 📩#⁀🕸🜙˚ raie's ; moots #₊⊹ @kittyyeo ⊹₊#ateez #ateez hard thoughts #ateez hard hours #ateez smut #yunho smut #jeong yunho smut

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cycat-carisi · 9 months

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Morning News

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!reader

Summary: You have some news to share with Steve, even if it's early in the morning.

Tags: Fluff! Established relationship, aged up characters, no y/n since I read it as yes/no in my head, lol.

Length: <1k. A short little drabble - my first Steve fic!

A/N: I'm a little late to the Stranger Things fandom, but as soon as I recognized that Steve would be the redeemable asshole, I fell for him hard. Over the seasons, he just kept getting better, and I adore him for it! <3

Fic below the cut or on AO3 here

He lays on his chest, the soft bedsheets nipping beneath the curve of his freckled shoulder blades. You place a warm hand overtop your husband's exposed skin, rubbing delicate circles over the area. He always had been a heavy sleeper.

"Steve...Steve?" Whispers of his name fall gently from your lips as the morning sun begins to peek through the blinds beyond you. "Honey, wake up."

Finally, a strained groan rumbles from his throat as Steve slowly rouses from a peaceful night's sleep. As he stirs, his legs spread to your side of the bed, feet blindly searching for yours like they always do.

Except, you're not in bed. Well, not fully anyway. You have already been up and awake for almost an hour. You would let Steve doze longer, except there's something you simply need to share with him.

Consciousness begins to set in when Steve doesn't find your warmth tucked in your normal place next to him. Removing an arm from beneath his pillow, he begins sliding it towards you. At last, he opens a bleary hazel eye to discover that you're laying atop the covers.

"Morning, baby," he manages, voice gravely with sleep. With a deep inhale, he stretches, rolling himself onto his side and further up on his pillow.

You smile affectionately at him. This is the person you love most in this world. Even with disheveled hair and creases etched into his skin from the bedsheets, he is still the one who makes your heart soar.

Steve meets your gaze, a slow, lazy smile spreading across his face. "You're up early. Everything okay?"

You reach out again, hand gliding up his arm before daintily pushing the errant chestnut locks away from his face. "Mhmm," you hum, but the hint of hesitation in your tone doesn't go unnoticed by your husband.

Steve's brow furrows while he shifts to prop himself up on an elbow. Those hazel eyes peer into yours questioningly. He knows you too well.

"I woke up this morning not feeling the greatest," you admit. Steve's concerned expression only deepens. "So," you flash him a small smile, "I tried something, just to see..." your voice trails off. Is this really how you should tell him? But Steve's features hold an array of emotions – concern, alarm, worry, confusion – and in your heart you know it's best to just come out and say it.

"Steve," you speak his name with meaning. Your tone, though soft and loving, makes him sit up a little straighter; peer a little deeper into your eyes. All you see reflected back at you is love. "Steve," you try again, more assured. "I took a test. We're going to have a baby."

Steve's eyes go wide at your words but immediately soften. You can practically see his heart swell inside his chest. "A...a...a baby?!" His voice is overcome with joy as he quickly sits all the way up to envelop you in his arms. Giggles gush from your lungs as Steve showers kisses on your temple, against your hair, along your forehead. He pecks your nose and your cheeks before leaning back to meet your gaze. "I'm gonna be a dad?" he chokes out, voice raw with emotion.

You nod adoringly at him, the widest smile parting your mouth. And that's when Steve kisses you – a proper kiss that pours every ounce of the love he has for you straight against your lips.

You slide your arms around his neck, gently tangling your fingers in the hair that rests there. You hope he can feel just how much you love him too.

Suddenly, a rumble of laughter bubbles out of your husband. "We're gonna have a baby!" he blurts incredulously, rearing back to admire your smile.

"Does that make you happy?" you tease, noticing how Steve's eyes sparkle with delight.

"I'm the happiest man alive!" He flashes you a brilliant smile that's all teeth and crinkled eyes. "And you," he continues, tone growing deep and affectionate, hand cupping your cheek. "You're gonna be a mom! An amazing, loving mother."

"And you will be an incredible dad, Steve," you coo, splaying your palm overtop his steady heartbeat. "You've got the biggest heart of anyone I know."

Steve's smile only grows.

"I love you," you whisper sweetly to each other, exchanging yet another intimate kiss.

Tenderly, Steve places a hand over your tummy. "The Harringtons have a little nugget in the oven."

You nod lovingly, raising your head to connect your gaze with his. "We still have to confirm with a doctor, but yeah, I think we're finally going to have that family we've always dreamed about, babe."

With a smile brighter than the morning sun, Steve once again leans in to kiss your nose. "I can't wait, sweetheart. I can't wait."

♡

Feedback is loved!

(I've also got another fic on the go that's slowly being filled in with ideas. Hopefully someday it'll get done!)

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x fem!reader #my fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #Tiffany rises from the depths every so often to post a fic before retreating into the abyss once more

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spectral-snippets-and-drabbles · 11 months

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Death Warrant!Au

When the rejuvenating, life-extending effects of ectoplasm to the dead and dying was discovered by planets across the stars, it triggered mass conflicts that left several systems obliterated beyond repair. Hundreds of Billions had migrated to the Realms in numbers that were never seen before by the residence of the dead. They had various forms of damage and disfigurement on their new forms as a result of the ectoplasm being weaponized and used on them. Their very beings were corrupted beyond repair with their minds significantly altered with highly specified obsessions.

• Peoples from the destroyed worlds being so afraid that they lashed out, ripping anything that saw them to pieces out of fear of being attacked.

A serpentine creature of the Realms eagerly stalking them and fed upon their cores to grow stronger.

• Soldiers of these races were hell-bent on continuing to fight and proceeded to attempt subjugate this dimension that was new to them. Their rage guiding them blindly as they left paths of destruction throughout the realm.

A beast, wrongly slaughtered in the early madness of an delicate fledgling world that happened to be rich with ectoplasm followed the warpath and basked in the rage.

Eventually, more creatures like them came to prominence as a result of these strange new victims. Being aspects of emotion that were born from the masses in the war.

The Ghost King during this time period could not sit idly by and watch these newly born ghosts run rampant and terrorize his kingdom. With a heavy heart and a weapon in hand, a call to arms was called and the purge of these beings began. It tooks thousands of years, but when the last corrupted ghost was destroyed, the King took to the realm of living and wiped away all traces of the Realms from the minds of the survivors with all recollections of this terrible war for ectoplasm erased from history.

As his rested his eyes one final time, before the Tyrant would cowardly claim his life, made a major, sacred declaration that all citizens was made:

• If any hostile, mutant ghosts were to be found, they were to captured and examined by the king's council to await judgement. If they are too dangerous to restrain and seek bloody violence, they are to be destroyed.

• Any scientists trying to use ectoplasm for endangering life were to be have their memories erased and put to the sword for their crimes.

• Anyone foolish enough to Defy Death using ectoplasm, the greatest violation of the laws in the infinite Realms, they were to be put to death as and immediately given their Second End.

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When Pariah Dark, the Cowardly Tyrant King, is defeated and Danny fianlly takes the throne after a few centuries of training, the Observers hand him a compiled a list of names who violated these sacred laws.

They have him start with Earth and Danny's jaw hits the floor with what the charges he was seeing. He can already hear the chaos in the meeting room.

• Amanda Waller, Vandal Savage, Darkseid, Granny Goodness, a court of owls(?)...the list is long, and that's just Earth alone!

• Jack "The Goddamn Joker" Napier and a few of the more violent Rouges of Gotham are charged with Veil Destabilization.

Even Jason Peter Todd Wayne...the Red Hood!? Danny can probably work something with Jason, force him into therapy sessions (along with the whole damn family) with Jazz and a couple cleansing sessions and supplements from Frostbite...the others had to go...

The continued slaughter of the innocent, combined with the suffering they endured and the misery felt by Shades who couldn't move on was making the veil deteriorate at dangerous speeds. New pits would form across the city eventually as a result.

Lady Gotham has done everything she can to keep the madness from happening but she can't hold it back any longer. Her core is ready to shatter under the stress and is constantly in agony, but she won't abandon her knights, despite Danny's pleas to save herself.

There's a certain brigade of furry's who may or may not like this news but said brigade had no choice but to take it on the chin. They have children who Defied Death in their ranks and the Realms are not afraid to destroy anyone foolish enough to stop them.

• Lex Luther is charged with crimes against humanity. And several other violations in regards to unethical experimentation.

One sticks out to Danny.

Lex used Danny's stolen DNA from a stray core shard from the Guys in White, who he was was funding in secret, even after they were disbanded, to create a clone comprised of the Earth's resident Kryptonian, the bald bastard, and himself to kill and replace said Kryptonian...the guy who literally helps save the earth time and time again from doom.

...Yeah, Lex is undoubtedly, fucked beyond total comprehension. Anyone defending him was risking all-out war with the Infinite Realms.

But hey, at least Danny was finally having child of his own! The little tyke is only a few years old in the tube, Ellie's visits are far and in-between and Danny's status as a Halfa made him sterile and develop an embarrassingly strong case of baby fever.

He's sure the ghosts from Krypton would love to help out in raising Conner in case Kal-El wasn't really planning on being around the boy. After all, being cloned himself, Danny knows the emotional baggage that comes with being violated to this degree by your enemy.

He just hopes the guy can come around and accept the little guy...

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover #justice league #danny phantom #my prompts #Death Warrant!Au #I've seen fics were Danny Time Travels to fix things #I've also read were he gains amnesia so he accidentally lives in the past until he remembers who he is #Lex Luthor is a bitch with a very slappable bald head that Danny is gonna smack the soul out of #Danny is gonna hook up Jason with therapy from Jazz and cleansing sessions with Frostbite #When Damien is finally born and with Bruce is the day everyone in the League of Assassins is gonna get wiped off the face the fucking Earth #You don't fuck with the abyss because it'll do more than simply look back #Eldritch Mama Bear!Danny #Conner is gonna be spoiled rotten #If Damien is also partially Danny's kid he wont wait and waste the League the second he can grab him #Being the 'Demon's Head' doesn't mean jackshit when the ectoplasm youve been uskng is the equivalent of used toilet water #Bruce Wayne x Danny Fenton x Clark Kent #Clark was worried his many times great grandfather was hitting on him #But Danny told him that he helped save krytpon and found the house kf El so there no blood relation #Due to amnesia inflicted during his time traveling Danny accidently created the embodiments lf Emotion from each Lantern Corps #Danny's first anniversary gift is bringing Bruce and Clark's parents to Earth to spend tkme with them #Bruce is afraid this will be the last time he gets to see them but Danny tells him he and Clark can tag along for Jason's treatment #Alfred is happy for his boy and is happy to see Thomas and Martha #Conner and Clark bonding with Jor-El and Lara Lor-Van about Krypton culture

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