#bat things just. prolonged it for a bit

[saltyverse]

Does Scarebeast exist in your AU? And if so, does he/it and Man-Bat (in his giant bat form) ever have playdates? Because that's an adorable thought

unfortunately no u_u scarebeast as a concept is awesome but its not veryy. crane to me. not rlly his thing. but. speaking of kirk, he Does go on "playdates", with manbat. its rllt just it and kirk driving outside gotham and letting manbat go crazy on the local wildlife while crane just hangs out at the truck reading or whatever nerds do

#also you where right about he/it scarecrow tho. even if it was in reference to scarebeast #kirks transformations into manbat can . kinddaa be controlled? nottt realllly tho #most of the time its involuntary. the only way he can do it on command is with like #very specific circumstances. i havent figured out what it is tho. maybe a spike in heart rate? #also manbat doesnt rlllly.catch much. #because hes still . human ish. and was going deaf the deafness still happened #bat things just. prolonged it for a bit #which means its kind of dangerous for him to fly and stuff. but if he doesnt transform he gets antsy so its like #whatever. it happens eventually so might as well do it in a open area outside gotham #+ crane is there to make sure he doesnt get hurt #if manbat does manage to catch anything‚ its most likely eaten soon after But. sometimes. crane will take the #catches to make taxidermy out of #if ur wondering why crane would like do this with kirk. uh. 1) him and kirk have. fffriendship? business partners #and 2). crane likes creatures. beasts even #thank you for coming to my half awake ted talk #🃏.chat #asks

[princessbrunette]

when did you know you loved me? pt.4/4 ♡

it was rare bunny!reader and rafe got a day off like this. one where the kook princess’s boyfriend wasn’t running off on business, dragging her along or leaving her to run her own personal errands — like getting her nails done or shopping. today, the two of them relaxed on rafe’s boat in the hazy june sunshine. bunny stares off over the water, pondering..

you’re snapped from your thoughts when rafe arrives at your side, giving your ass a little swat and grab the way he always did as you looked over the ledge across the water.

“you good, kid?” he enquires casually as his hand slides up your back to grasp your shoulder, hooking his sunglasses back into his shirt.

“mhm, just thinking.” you muse, leaning into his side a little. you always went a bit brainless around rafe — it was second nature. he did the thinking, it was his job as a provider — well, that’s what he’d tell you anyway, and he’d drilled it into your head enough times for you to remember it.

“m’yeah? thinking about what?” he converses. he’d always get worried when you looked a little too pensive. rafe was an overthinker like that, the nagging voice in the back of his head telling him not to let you think too hard, because you’d uncover all his flaws and leave him. though you knew that could never be the case, rafe had some unpacked abandonment issues that often sat at the surface.

“us.” you hum simply, and his hand slides off your shoulder.

“well what — what are… why?” he struggles his word his concern, a frown forming between his brows.

“jus’ that i love you a lot, and i was thinking about how much i love you.” you shrug, not taking in the edge in his concerned tone. he relaxes a little, nodding though you weren’t looking his way as he draws in a long breath.

“right, yeah… yeah.” he plays it cool, scratching at his cheek before stepping away in the direction of the mini bar, deciding he needed a drink to take the edge off. “well, daddy loves you too, yeah?”

the casual assurance in his tone makes you bite your lip, gaze snapping over to him as he wanders away — and you speak once more, only wanting to prolong the time spent by his side.

“when did you know that you loved me rafey?” it’s a demure request, spoken hopefully through pouty lips and batting lash extensions. he spins around, blinking at you a few times before shrugging his shoulder.

“look, uh — i don’t know. i just did, alright?” he turns his mouth down like he hadn’t given it any thought and your face falls. you forget rafe wasn’t like you. he was a man of logic. fact over feelings (thats what he’d tell people, anyway.) he didn’t have time to ponder such things.

“oh.” you whisper, nodding your head. it wasn’t a big deal. you just wished he would gush over you the way you did him sometimes. he licks his lips, hesitance in his body language when he turns away once more this time, wishing he never saw that disappointment on your face at the way he brushed you off. he was still trying to get used to the whole being open with your feelings thing. his father hadn’t exactly lead by great example.

he cracks open a beer, and five minutes later he’s lounging on the white couch out on the deck, an arm strewn along the back of the seat and the other holding the bottle, reaching out towards you to gesture you over to him.

“come sit with me, dunno why you’re so far away.” he welcomes you, and you quietly pad over in your pink bikini, never once shying away from the unabashed way he watches your body move towards him. “mm. looking good.” he comments quietly before you’re climbing onto the couch and snuggling up to his side. there was no ‘thanks daddy’ or glossy kisses being pressed into him like usual, you were pensive, distant, thoughtful. he knew he’d brushed you off and you were trying so hard to seem like it hadn’t phased you, bless your little bunny heart. after a sigh, the kook begins to speak.

“it was after the whole thing with me getting arrested. you know the… the thing with the sheriff.” he relays, staring ahead over at the water even when you turned your head to gaze at him, blinking slowly in relaxed confusion as to what he was talking about.

“i…i wanted people to respect me, you know? like- like i had proven that i was willing to do anything to protect the people i care about. anything. enough to get me sent to fuckin’ jail, right?” he rambles, before shaking his head with his tongue in his cheek, thinking. you stay quiet, curious as to where this was going. you wanted to give him space to open up.

“but like…ahh, i don’t know. when i got out, people…people didn’t wanna hang with me anymore. i used to be that guy, right like — like everyone wanted to talk to the rafe cameron but after i got bailed out i… people were scared of me. thought i was some… violent, unhinged creature like… like i was some killer.” he squints, shaking his head in disagreement.

a few moments pass as he gathers his thoughts, before he speaks once more, this time glancing at you.

“so a little while after that i was down at the club, you know just… just tryna socialise again, blow off some steam. shit, i even told everyone that beers were on me, you know? free for everyone at the club. went back to go get my golf club, came back n’everyone had left. clearly they still saw me as some kinda monster.”

whilst you was unclear on why he was telling the story, you remembered clearly this time how hard it was for rafe to drag himself back up. he wouldn’t talk about how hard things were, and sure — eventually things had blown over and he was the life of every party once more, but you remembered the shift in atmosphere clearly. it was strange.

“uh…” he clears his throat. “so yeah i uh, i come back and you’re there, right? you’re just sat there by your self at the table… and shit you… you just looked so happy to see me,” he chuckles, shaking his head fondly at the memory. “like, i had left for two damn minutes and you were still happy to see me. you didn’t even — even care that everyone else had left… and that’s real ride or die shit, okay like — someone… someone who’s not gonna just up and leave you when shit gets tough like sarah did with my dad. nah, nah you stuck around. s’when i knew i wanted to put a fuckin’ rock on that little finger.” he takes your hand suddenly, holding it between the two of you like he’s envisioning the ring on your second to last finger, taking a moment to indulge in the fantasy.

you’re grinning ear to ear, understanding the significance of the story now as you flutter your eyelashes.

“rafey…” you coo softly and he shrugs, his wall fighting to come back up.

“yeah, well. you wanted your story, there’s your story.” he brushes it off casually, but even his lips curl up a little into a fulfilled smirk, catching your gaze with an unspoken awe.

“guess what, i loved you the second i saw you so i win.” you giggle and he rolls his eyes, pulling you into his chest.

“yeah? shit i didn’t know it was a competition.” he banters lightheartedly over your giggles, his cold heart thawing at the sound.

#8k celebration ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ 𐙚 ა #rafe cameron prompt #bunny!reader

[sweetiecutie]

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, blowjob, handjob, deepthroating, cum-eating, implied pornography, language, use of Y/n, let Jesus in your life

If you film me while I suck it - you could be a superstar

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The picture was dark and blurry for the first ten seconds, making it nearly impossible to distinguish what exactly was happening on the screen. Some muffled sounds of fabric rustling and quiet murmurs could be heard coming from the speakers, making everything even more confusing.

Finally camera came to focus, and on the screen appeared a face of a young woman - Y/n’s cheeks were dusted with bright pink hue and a sheen of sweat covered her forehead and temples as if she was working out intensely. Her hair was out of place, a few unruly strands sticking out in different places, only adding to her disheveled look. Pretty e/c eyes shone brightly under flashlight of the phone camera as she looked up - not into the camera, but slightly above it - on the operator.

Suddenly a big veiny hand appeared in the corner of a picture, reaching out to cup young woman’s face, a thumb coming to rub on her cheek affectionately, making Y/n’s reddened lips stretch in a wide smile. Operator slowly dragged his finger down her cheek, brushing roughened pad over Y/n’s lower lip; she opened her mouth, taking man’s digit inside. Her eyes fluttered closed as she sucked on his thumb softly, rosy cheeks hollowing with exertion and precision.

- Look at you, baby. So eager to please.. - a silky, slightly hoarse voice of cameraman droned on, causing Y/n to open her eyes. She let go of thumb in her mouth with a loud “pop”, snuggling her cheek into male’s huge hand.

- Wanna make you feel good, Miggy… - she purred, her small hands could be seen in the background crawling up Miguel’s thighs, pretty doe eyelashes batting up at him.

- Then do it, - Miguel said promptly, shifting in his place as to get a better angle for the video.

Y/n’s lips curled up in satisfied grin at man’s permission, her hands coming up to prominent bulge in his pants, rubbing it through layers of fabric. Loud sigh could be heard in the background, Miguel shifted his legs a bit, splaying them further apart, allowing Y/n more space for her ministrations.

Button and zipper on cameraman’s jeans were skillfully undid in a matter of few seconds and soon Y/n hooked her fingers underneath the waistband, tugging it down. Miguel shifted his hips up to help her undress him, and, once free from confines of clothing, his cock sprinted right up and laying onto his lower stomach, where a pretty happy trail could be seen running from bellybutton and further down, forming little dark bush at the base. Thick brown tip was perfectly visible on the video, a bead of precum on top of it glistened in a bright ray of the flashlight.

Y/n didn’t bother taking Miguel’s pants all the way off, just tugging them below his knees and leaving them there, preoccupied with other - more interesting things. One of her hands came up to Miguel’s crotch, manicured fingers wrapping themselves around thick throbbing shaft of his cock, not able to fully enclose around it. Man let out a prolonged sigh as Y/n started working her hand up and dow his length, stopping a bit at the tip, giving it some special attention, her other hand came to play with his heavy balls.

- Come on, cariño. Stop teasing, - man behind the camera grunted out, same hand reappeared on the screen, tucking some of Y/n’s hair behind her ear, coming to rest on the back of her head afterwards.

Woman in the video smiled at operator’s words, but complied nevertheless; lolling her pink tongue out she licked a thick stripe leading from the base to the tip of Miguel’s cock. Taking all of his massive tip inside of her awaiting mouth, Y/n started suckling softly on it circling her tongue around sensitive slit. A throaty moan rumbled out from within Miguel’s chest, his thighs twitched slightly as Y/n lowered onto this shaft, taking more of him in her mouth. Hand that he kept on woman’s nape tangled itself into her silky hair, not tugging nor pulling, but simply holding her in place.

Squelching wet sounds along with heavy breathing and muffled whines poured out of speakers as Y/n started bobbing her head up and down, with every dip taking more and more of man’s length inside of her slutty moth. Loud gagging noise rang through the air as Y/n bobbed lower than ever before, her tight throat wrapping around Miguel’s needy cock, taking almost all of him in. A truly pornographic moan slipped off operator’s lips; visible part of his stomach was flexed, thick abs protruding from under brown skin.

With a loud squelching noise Y/n got off Miguel’s impressive length, erupting into a coughing fit; a thick shiny string of saliva connected her lower lip to the tip of man’s cock, breaking soon and leaving a wet splotch across her chin. Woman on the visor inhaled sharply a few times, trying to even out her breathing as both her hands were working all over thick, glossy with her spit shaft. She gazed up into the camera, looking as pretty as ever - eyes wide and wet with tears, lips puffy and shiny, cheeks a deeper shade of pink than before.

- Fucking hell, princesa, look what you do to me. Think you can open that pretty throat again? - man behind the camera slurred out, his voice trembling slightly.

Y/n nodded eagerly and without wasting anymore time she took last deep breath before aligning fat tip of Miguel’s dick to her lips, sinking onto his twitching length slowly, opening her throat to take as much of him inside as possible. She looked up onto cameraman, her mouth stretched wide open around his cock, nose almost bumping his pubic, taking all of his 7 inches down her throat.

And here she did something Miguel certainly didn’t expect - she swallowed with her throat still stuffed full with his heavy cock, her pharyngeal cartilages dragging deliciously against needy shaft, making his whole body twitch in pleasure.

- Hoooly fuuuck. Fuckfuckfuck, ‘m gonna cum, please… - Miguel begged, unstable picture of the video gave out his hands trembling ferociously, hips bucking up into Y/n’s skilled mouth as he chased his high desperately.

Fighting off gagging reflex Y/n proceeded bobbing her head up and down Miguel’s throbbing cock, impaling her mouth on his rock-hard shaft over and over again, grazing her teeth softly along it, just like she knew Miguel liked. In twenty seconds Y/n had him cumming violently with a loud cry of her name, his thighs twitching on either side of her head as he released rope after rope of his pearly fertile cum laying right onto her tongue. Pathetic whimpers and mewls escaped Miguel’s bitten lips m as Y/n proceeded sucking on his sensitive tip ever so slightly, getting every drop of cum out of him.

A picture finally became stable again, showing Y/n messy face, smug smile curling her puffy fucked-out lips as she looked up onto cameraman . She slowly opened her mouth, sticking her pink tongue out to show off a fat load of pearly cum resting on top of it. Operator shifted camera to the side so that it was angled towards Y/n’s profile rather than her front. Soon Miguel’s reddened face appeared in the picture, his greedy mouth latching onto Y/n’s, their tongues swirling together in a wet sloppy kiss, sharing his soury cum between the two of them. They broke apart soon, a chain of their mixed saliva and Miguel’s sperm was still connecting their lips, breaking and wetting both their chins.

- You’re losing shape, big boy. Not even ten minutes in, and cumming already, - Y/n teased with a happy smile as Miguel plopped back onto his previous seat with a quiet groan.

Girl snatched camera right out of Miguel’s hand, pointing it on him instead. O’Hara was splayed out against sofa’s backrest, brown skin glowing with a thin layer of sweat, a few strands of hair sticking to his temples and forehead. His naked chest was heaving along with every shallow breath he took, dark eyes gazing directly into camera.

- Shut up… you’re just good at it.

- Aw, are you shying away now, Miggie? - Y/n tutted, making an accent on male’s name, making him avert his eyes in embarrassment .

Y/n’s hand appeared in the video, way smaller and frail than Miguel’s; she grabbed his face by the chin, raising it a bit for a better view, his cheekbones and ears dusted with dark shade of red. She let go of man’s face before two of her slender fingers pressed onto his thin lips; Miguel obediently opened his mouth, taking your small digits in. You made a show of playing around with his soft tongue and sharp fangs, a dribble of saliva may be visible running down from the corner of Miguel’s mouth as he whimpered ever so slightly around your knuckles, dark eyes glazing over with lust.

- Thank you guys for watching, I hope you enjoyed. Bye and see you soon~

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[twstwinnie]

♚ With You ~ Lilia Vanrouge

summary: in a relationship with Lilia! usual three categories: pining, confession, and dating! while this should be a given, I’ll say it explicitly here: the reader is an adult in this given Lilia’s age <3 whether they’re a third year like Leona, or the prefect, is up to you as the reader!

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, mutual pining, gn! reader

a/n: OK SO. this was a request from the comments (I do read those!) also, i was inspired to write for Lilia because I have a friend who really loves him, and i too love the bat boy! so, consider this a sort of love letter to Lilia as a character! For requests, Sebek is likely next, though feel free to lmk what y’all wanna see in asks/comments! enjoy!! special thanks to my beloved Lilia lovers for giving me inspo xx — winnie ♥︎

♚ starry - eyed !

» Unlike many other students at NRC, Lilia is one of few who’s fully aware of how he feels about you. He’s been alive long enough to recognize the signs— a quickened heartbeat, his eyes lingering on you for a few moments too long, even the way he seeks out your company in his free time.

» While, yes, he’s aware of his feelings, he’s stopped dead in his tracks by fear. It’s such a silly thing to him, really, but he can’t help it. He finds himself afraid that his lifespan might scare you off. Sure, he’s probably not got very long left, but in comparison to your human lifespan— it’s still quite a bit longer. Would you be alright with that? Or would his practical immortality be a dealbreaker?

» He knows that you accept him despite your difference in species, but would that translate if he was romantically interested? He hasn’t a clue, and so he’s bitten his tongue about how he truly feels— hiding behind a mask of teasing and jokes for the time being.

» Yes, teasing. No amount of reservations towards confessing could ever stop Lilia from teasing you. If anything, it only causes his teasing to increase, eventually evolving into something a bit more flirtatious.

» When you’re engrossed in any type of study at the library, he’ll appear in front of you, floating upside down with a wide grin on his face. When you jump back, startled, he merely laughs and comments on how cute you look when you’re focused.

» Sometimes, when you’re walking to class or back to your dorm, he’ll jump out and hug you from behind, near-tackling you to the ground. And though you’re always startled, you always know it’s Lilia hugging you. You’ll just let out a laugh, turn around, and hug him right back. The first time it happened, Lilia couldn’t help his shocked expression, easily melting into your warmth. Now, it’s exactly what he wants and expects when he does this. After all, hearing your laughter and gentle tone as you return his hug is always worth it to him.

» Despite all of this, though, he can’t find it in him to confess— convinced that you two are better off as friends. Who knows what the future holds? Human lives are already so delicate— would it truly be worth it for what’ll feel like a flash of happiness?

» This point comes up when he’s playing online games with Idia. Honestly, he doesn’t quite expect the conversation to take such a turn, but it does.

» “Red, you’ve been a lot less active lately. Kind of an L… but I guess it’s to be expected since you’ve got that partner of yours. Meh. At least you seem happier,” Idia comments. Lilia audibly hums, hands pausing on his keyboard.

» “Ah, you’re mistaken, Shroud. They aren’t my partner— just a friend! Much like you!” Lilia chimes. Idia lets out a quiet, disgruntled sound on the other end.

» “Uh, yeah, pass. We aren’t friends like that. I’m not blind, Lilia. Everyone sees how you look at them. If you were like that with me I’d be weirded out… but uh, why haven’t you told them anyway?” Idia idly questions, and Lilia sighs.

» “Well, us fae have prolonged lifespans. I can imagine that’d be a dealbreaker for most. I’m fine just being their cutest friend!” Lilia hums, but he can practically hear Idia’s eyes roll from the other end.

» “That’s a load of BS. Look, I’m not good at IRL romance, but from what I’ve seen in games, love interests get totally peeved when you try deciding things for them! The, uh… fae-immortality thing. Have you ever even talked to them about it?”

» That made Lilia pause. Well, he supposed he hadn’t really mentioned it to you… but he’d always assumed based on what he’d heard from so many others that you’d believe the same. Before he could respond, Idia continued.

» “And like, OP immortality stuff aside, that last line is a total lie. Are you really fine being stuck all friend-zoned? Can you handle someone else sweeping them away from you? And in the future, what if you aren’t even close? I doubt losing the route is better than, I dunno, trying?” Idia mumbles. Lilia takes a moment to process before letting out a bright laugh.

» “You should speak your mind like this more, Idia,” Lilia mentions.

» “In person? Uh, yeah, no way.”

» The conversation sticks with him, though. Idia is right. Lilia can never possibly know how you feel unless he confesses to you. Even if the future may be uncertain, the thought of losing you— of no longer having you by his side— wasn’t worth it. If confessing meant he’d have a chance to stay with you for the rest of your life, then he’d risk it.

» He’d never met anyone as kind, caring, and understanding as you. Not only did you listen to his many stories from his lifespan, you never doubted any of it for a second. You always give his cooking a try even though you know it’ll be less than edible, but you never judge him. You give him pointers, help him in the kitchen, and dutifully support him in his improvement. Sometimes, you’ll cook for him when he’s a bit too tired to give it another shot.

» You happily joke with him, tease him, compliment him, and spend time with him without a care for what his status used to be. When people warn you of “Diasomnia’s Powerful Vice Housewarden,” you look the other way. You don’t see his titles, his power— you just see him. You adore him not because he could crush you in an instant, but because you’ve become friends with the playful fae that he is.

» In his entire life, he’s met very few people as kind as you. However, you’ve been the one of the only ones to see and embrace all sides of him. Whether he’s fighting for his loved ones, or on stage with the rest of the Light Music club— you accept him.

» In the past, he’s made the mistake of letting go of the ones he loves. Because he thinks it’s better for them— because he feels that he’s dangerous or a dealbreaker. This time, he’s determined to do things differently.

» He wants it to be your choice. You’ve respected him and his choices, so he owes you the same treatment. This time, it’ll be different.

» He’ll confess to you properly and hear your answer. He just hopes it’s the one he also wants to hear.

♚ say the words !

» Lilia hasn’t properly confessed to someone in ages. He isn’t above asking for help should he need it, but it’s more of a matter of who to ask. Surely not his fellow Diasomnia members— they didn’t have as much romantic experience. Idia’s knowledge extends only to virtual games, so eventually, he settles on asking his clubmates.

» When he presents his issue, he’s surprised to find Cater gaping at him, Kalim equally as shocked. Just as Idia had, they assumed that you were already dating him. (Just how many people thought this?)

» After their shock subsided, Cater was more than happy to assist, along with Kalim. Lilia’s courting knowledge was vast, but much of it was outdated. He didn’t want to scare you off, so he wanted to learn some of the more modern methods of courtship.

» Though, both of the suggestions he received fell flat. Cater suggested a very Magicam worthy date, while Kalim suggested a carpet ride of sorts. They both offered to assist with their respective ideas, but Lilia couldn’t accept. None of it felt right. While he was sure both ideas would impress you, it didn’t feel authentic.

» As much as Lilia loved to tease, he wanted this confession to be serious— to be personal. He didn’t want to pretend to be someone he wasn’t. Eventually, he asked Silver for help. Surely, he’d have some insight considering how well he knew Lilia.

» “Have you considered just using one of the methods you already know, father?” Silver asks with a tilt of his head.

» “I’m afraid all of my methods are rather outdated for this day and age, Silver,” Lilia muses. Silver responds with a small sigh and shakes his head.

» “So? They know who you are already, right? Even if the method’s a little outdated, it’ll be true to yourself. They’ve gotten to know you, so I doubt they’d expect something modern anyway,” Silver finishes. Lilia’s eyes widened and he smiled. Of course, how could he forget?

» You already knew of his vast experiences across countless years. Perhaps, trying to adapt to a modernity he was unfamiliar with simply wasn’t right. He’d confess to you in a way that felt true to him. He was certain you’d understand.

» Eventually, Lilia settled on something true to his Briar Valley roots. Rather traditional, but it was still romantic to him. He’d enchant a briar rose, wrap it in the twine from a spinning wheel, and seal it in a glass case. Then, when the moon was high in the sky, he’d present it to you. Should you return his feelings, the rose would live on. If not, it would wilt away.

» The story such a tradition originated from resonated with him. Someone beautiful and bright falling for someone considered a monstrous outcast. It was quite touching. He wasted no time in gathering his materials, going as far as to travel back home for a moment to find the most beautiful rose for the confession.

» Once finished, he enchanted the rose, imbuing it with his magic— his wish to be with you for the rest of your eternity. Then, the briar rose was tied with twine and sealed away into the glass case. With a smile on his face, he waited as night fell, then sought you out.

» Luckily, your light was on, though dim through your window. Tapping lightly on the glass, he tested to see if you were awake. The sudden noise startled you, but you knew only one person who could possibly visit you this late at night. And enter through your window, no less!

» “Lilia? It’s late, why are you here?” you question in a hush tone, moving to the side to allow him entry into your room. He slips in, grinning as he presents you the rose.

» “As is Briar Valley tradition, I can only present this to you at night. I hope you don’t mind the intrusion,” Lilia says, watching your expression carefully. Your eyes widen as you take the encased rose, observing it closely.

» “It’s beautiful. What’s the occasion? Did something happen?” you ask with a light laugh as you scan the flower. Before he can answer, your eyes widen as you seemingly put the pieces together.

» “Wait… you’ve mentioned this. This is a Briar Rose, right? The string wrapped around it… the glass… Briar Valley tradition— ah! Are you…?” your voice trails off as your face flushes. Lilia merely grins, eyes glinting with mischief.

» “Am I what, dearest?” he questions with a teasing tone. You shake your head and laugh, covering your face a bit.

» “Is this… a confession?” you whisper. Lilia’s eyes soften and he approaches you, placing his hands over yours as he peered into the glass at the rose.

» “How observant. You really do listen to me! This is a confession. I’m terribly in love with you. You’ve invaded my every thought before I could think to stop you! So I’ve decided to tell you. I know my nature can be a bit… alarming, but I wanted to tell you anyway. Silly, isn’t it?” Lilia says softly.

» “It isn’t silly, Lilia. And of course it’s mutual. For as omnipotent as you tend to be at times, you’re a little clueless, aren’t you?” you respond with a warm laugh. Lilia looks at you and tilts his head.

» “What do you mean?” he asks.

» “I’ve liked you for a long time now. Have you ever noticed my advances? I don’t treat you like I treat my other friends, y’know! Plus, the whole immortality thing doesn’t scare me… no part of you ever could,” you say. Lilia processes for a moment before beaming with a sharp grin.

» “Oh really? You’ll be stuck with me for quite some time? Are you truly ready to have such a cute, wonderful partner for the rest of your life?” he teases. You merely smile, placing the rose to the side. Pulling him into a tight hug, you gently nod.

» “I’ve been ready for quite some time now. I’m more than happy to call you mine.”

» Lilia melts into your embrace and lets out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding in. All of his memories of you come flooding into his mind. He’d been too afraid of judgment to notice at the time, but now he could see it— the way you reserved your brightest smiles for him. The way you’d gently lean into his side when sitting together— even the way you’d watch after Silver on his behalf.

» You’d loved him for quite some time, and now he could finally say that you were his. He’d have you by his side— and he could look towards the future with no regrets, knowing you’d be there.

♚ at last, with you !

» After you two officially start dating, Lilia acts more or less the same, however, in addition to his usual teasing, he becomes a lot more comfortable being openly affectionate with you.

» Are you walking beside him? His hand is intertwined with yours, then. Just sat down with your friends for lunch? Expect him to hug you from behind and kiss your temple as a greeting. Are you having a study session? Well Lilia’s there, leaned against your side and resting against you as you work. Lilia loves affection, so he gives you plenty of it.

» While he usually initiates any affection, if you ever initiate it first, it makes him incredibly happy. If you reach for his hand first, or greet him with a kiss, he always gets a wide grin and teases you about it. He’ll joke that you actually do love him, and that you must be head over heels for him to initiate such sweet affection. Once he manages to get your face to flush under his relentless teasing, he’ll let up and ask you to do whatever affection you initiated again.

» With how touchy he is, it’s only natural that people find out that you two are actually dating now. Because of your increased presence in Diasomnia, Silver, Malleus, and Sebek are quick to find out.

» Silver and Malleus are entirely supportive. Silver can visibly see how happy you make his father. Lilia spends less time alone nowadays, so Silver doesn’t have to worry about him as much anymore. He knows you’re a great match for Lilia given how much you care for him. Plus, your cooking is easily much better than his dad’s, but hey! Your presence has also made Lilia’s food more tolerable, so Silver’s content.

» Malleus is glad that Lilia’s found someone who respects him, but also accepts his more peculiar aspects. It’s something Malleus often struggled with himself, typically only having Lilia to turn to. In you, Lilia has found a partner, but Malleus has also found a cherished friend. You respect him, invite him out, and listen to him just as you do with Lilia. With such a kind soul, it’s only natural Lilia was drawn to you. So long as you two take care of one another, Malleus is certain that it’s a bond that’ll last a long time.

» Sebek is a different story. He’s at war with his internalized hatred against humans. He wants to respect Lilia’s choice, but he struggles to understand why at first. So, at the beginning he’s weary— closely watching your every move. Instead of finding flaws, he comes to realize why Lilia chose you. You don’t use him for his power, you engage with him and his hobbies, and you even watch after Malleus and Silver. With time, Sebek warms up to you. Of course he does! Perhaps, not all humans are bad. You’ve certainly proved that to him.

» His dormmates’— well, family’s approval is all that Lilia needs to know he’s made the best decision possible for himself. You fit right into his small family, as if you were always meant to be there. You fit right into his life, actually.

» You’re always in the crowd during his Light Music club performances. During the Magift tournaments, you’re in the crowd, cheering his name. Even when he finds himself busy with schoolwork, you’re there— sitting across from him as you work on your own assignments. He’s become so used to your presence in his daily life, but he does love dates with you, as well.

» Designated time to spend with one another. Naturally, he very much enjoys spending time alone with you. More often than not, you two have date nights in. Playing games, watching movies, staying up— it’s all a bit juvenile, but Lilia’s proud of his childish side. Plus, as long as you’re having fun, then it’s worth it.

» He loves those nights so much. Laying side by side after the movies are over, curled up together and having hushed conversation. It’s his favorite. You’ll share your dreams— your aspirations in the dark of the night. Lilia shares his experiences, the things he’s seen that he can’t wait to show you. It helps him visualize the vast future you both have ahead of you— the experiences he has yet to have. It makes him excited, but as much as he wants to see it, he’s content with time passing slowly by your side. As long as he’s with you, he’s happy.

» However, for as much as you two play around, for as much as you both cause chaos together— it isn’t all bright and sunny. Lilia is prone to painful nightmares— memories of his past dredging up and meshing with his recent memories. He’ll dream of losing Silver, Sebek, Malleus— even you— to a war much like the one he’d experienced. During those nights, he’s lucky if he gets even a single hour of sleep.

» You always seem to notice, though. In the morning, you’ll see his tired expression. No matter how much he tries to cover it with a grin, you see right through him. You never judge him or pity him, though. You merely guide him back to his room— school forgotten in favor of a day of healing. You’ll lay him down, remaining by his side as you run your fingers through his hair.

» “I’m here, and you aren’t gonna lose me. We’ve still got a lifetime ahead of us. You can rest. I’ll be here by your side when you wake up.”

» Your soothing words always put a smile on his face. He’ll hold you a little tighter as he drifts back to sleep, knowing that you’ll be there to comfort him should his nightmares wake him up again. On the days that his terrors do startle him awake again, you’re right there— gently rubbing circles into his back as he tells you what he saw. No matter how horrifying the nightmare, your smile remains as you comfort him— assure him that it won’t happen. Lilia will not lose you.

» You’ll always lighten the mood after, teasing him and insisting that he cannot be rid of you that easily. It always puts a smile on Lilia’s face, causing him to quirk a brow and question as to whatever could’ve possessed you to think that’d he’d want you gone?

» After some shared laughter as well as a few playful fights, Lilia manages to relax, night terrors long forgotten in favor of your warmth and comfort.

» Your comfort is so important to him. Of course, he loves being reassured that you won’t go anywhere, but it goes deeper than that.

» At NRC, Lilia is regarded as a terrifying fae with extensive abilities. Though he frequently jokes about his age, there are very few who actually believe him. Most think he’s merely joking— thus his struggles often go unnoticed. After all, someone that powerful couldn’t possibly be affected by loss after experiencing so much of it, or, he must be lying! He looks far too young to have been in any sort of war!

» As much as he tends to laugh it off, it gets to him. He’s forced to hold back— unable to express that emotional side of him. All people see is the conniving, teasing third year. If he ever expressed his painful experiences from his past, he’d likely be called a liar. In truth, he isn’t. And loss doesn’t hurt any less just because he’s strong. The sting of loss hurts just as much the first time as it does countless times after.

» And you understand that. You believe him. With a gentle smile and soft affection, you show him that while his experiences have made him stronger, it doesn’t mean he has to be immune to pain or fear. You show him that he doesn’t need to always hide away behind a facade of playfulness around you. You’re always there to listen, should he need the space to talk.

» For that, Lilia is grateful. You’re willing to share his best and worst moments, and you do so without pitying him or doubting him. You love him dearly. Teasing, serious, even a little scary— all are sides of him that you adore.

» For Lilia, that’s important. Because he knows he has a limited amount of time left, and that your time is limited, as well. For you to be so willing to dedicate that time to him— it’s quite beautiful.

» And with whatever time Lilia has left, he plans to do just the same.

» For you are the very embodiment of the future he hopes to live. And so long as that briar rose he confessed with remains bloomed, he knows that you feel the exact same.

— fin.

#twisted wonderland fanfiction #twisted wonderland x reader #twst fanfic #twst x reader #twisted wonderland fanfic #twst #twst lilia #twst lilia x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #twst headcanons #winnie-writes #winnie-wishes

[atlas-likes-writing]

Febuwhump day 3: "Bite down on this."

Characters: Red Hood/Jason Todd, Nightwing/Dick Grayson, The Black Bat/Cassandra Cane, Signal/Duke Thomas, Red Robin/Tim Drake, Robin/Damian Wayne, Batman/Bruce Wayne (mentioned), Agent A/Alfred Pennyworth (mentioned).

Summary: A new variant of Jonathon Crane's Fear toxin has been rumoured to be released. When Jason gets effected, it feels like he's burning alive.

Word Count: 1,079

Tags: Whump, graphic depictions of pain and injury, needles/syringes, toxic gas/gas masks, depictions of fire/being burned.

Authors note: Wrote this when I was sleep deprived in about two hours. Enjoy! This has not been edited so expect mistakes.

Day One | Day Two | Masterlist

@febuwhump

The news had said that there was word of a new strain of Fear toxin out in the streets that felt like you were burning alive. Hell, maybe you were; in your mind. The news had also said that there was no cure to this new strain, and citizens were urged to stay inside and wear their state-funded gas masks courtesy of Wayne Enterprises. 

The news does not always speak the truth, though. There was a cure to this new version of Fear. It just hadn’t been developed yet. 

It currently is in the process of being synthesised in the lab of the BatCave. The last time Jason checked; the percentage was 24%. That 24% happened over the space of two days, so it’s safe to say that it’s taking a long time. The molecular formula of this strain is almost entirely different from its less potent counterparts, which makes the lives of both Alfred and Bruce much more difficult. So difficult, in fact, that the Bat isn’t able to leave for patrol at all, instead having to survey the development of the cure during all hours of the day. The gas is colourless, so you don’t know when it strikes you until it does. 

That leaves his many children to deal with the fallout. They’re out in the streets nightly, with their patrols sometimes prolonging until the sun is beating down on them from above. Damian and Tim had to put in their absences at school due to “personal family matters” so they were able to help as many people as possible. There’s not much that any of them can do, though. They can only jump at the sound of civilians screaming out in pain as invisible fire scorches their veins. They can only shove their gas masks over their faces and rush over to where the person writhes on the floor and take them out of the area; to the nearest Gotham Hospital that is steadily reaching capacity with beds overcome by shaking and screaming patients all witnessing the same thing. 

They’ve had to enlist the help of the police by cordoning off streets and buildings that are known to have gas. The colourless compound makes their lives even more difficult, requiring Oracle’s expert deduction skills to figure out where it has spread and when the wind changes. 

The family has dealt with it well! Dick has been pulled from Bludhaven to help and Jason has been less bitchy than usual (Tim’s words, much to the dismay of Jason). 

Well, at least until now. 

With the focus of the resident vigilantes on containing the gas, regular crime has been on the rise. They bag up the odd criminal when they stumble across them, but most of the time they’ve unfortunately had to go free. This threat is simply too large to spare any members of the Batfamily for the run-of-the-mill criminal on the streets. 

Unfortunately for one run-of-the-mill criminal, he happened to stumble across Red Hood while he was carrying the final civilian in a building out and away from the gas inside. The thug is the same size and Jason and appears to have similar muscle mass, so Jason might have his work cut out for him if he’s aiming to not kill the man opposing him. 

They land heavy hits on each other for a while. Jason headbutts the man and the tubes of the mask the other is wearing jiggle about a bit. Then the criminal lands a mean right hook across the jaw of his helmet, causing Jason to stumble back and nearly fall over. It’s only when he’s pinned to the floor when he’s distracted that he realises something is wrong. 

It starts as a warm feeling in his outer extremities, but soon crescendos into his legs catching fire and his clothing setting ablaze. It’s not real. Jason knows it’s not real; but holy fuck does it feel real.  

At this point the thug has scrambled away from the writhing man, realising he’s won and not wanting the repercussions that come with it. The sound of rapid footsteps grows quieter and is soon drowned out by the sound of Jason’s screams. Orange heat licks up his spine and makes him curl up and convulse in pain that isn’t there. His cries of agony bury the yells of his brother as the blue vigilante sprints towards him. He nearly knocks the poor man out when Dick throws his entire weight on Jason to keep him still, limbs flailing and screams of “Get away from me!” tear their way out of his throat. 

“Alfred! When is that antidote ready?” Dick yells into his comm link. 

“It is at 93%, master Richard. Bring Red Hood back to the BatCave so he can be treated.” 

That is a task easier said than done. Especially when you’ve got to lug a 200 pound brick shit-house from one end of Gotham to the other. It takes two tranquillizers to put Jason under, and even then, he can’t help but shake and convulse in his sleep. 

After what seems like hours, Dick, with the help of Cass, Tim, Duke, and Damian, manage to throw the agonised body of Jason onto the medical cot. His wrists and ankles are strapped to the bed and his torso is tied down with something that looks like duct tape, but probably isn’t. The percentage of the antidote is now 98%, so all the family can do is wait. 

And wait they do, until Jason wakes up and starts thrashing. around on the cot. The rest of the family seem to have underestimated Jason’s strength – especially under the influence of Fear toxin. The worst part of it all is that the man seems perfectly lucid. He’s conscious about everything that occurs around him, yet he’s hallucinating an inferno eating him up and spitting him out. Dick has to hold him down by his shoulders to keep Jason from breaking out of his restraints. 

“Here, bite down on this,” Dick states, holding a piece of cloth up to his brother's mouth for him to bite down on. Jason does; his teeth clamp down on the checkered item and his screams become muffled. It’s then when the ding of the antidote dispenser sounds, and the compound is immediately bottled and duplicated. It’s then pressed into a syringe and stabbed into one of Jason’s shaking arms. 

It works clearly, and as a result Jason falls unconscious, exhausted.  

-

AO3

#dc comics #batfamily #gotham #batman #dc #jason todd #red hood #dick grayson #nightwing #fear gas #febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #fanfiction #whump

[2ndalt]

To aid me on my quest of extreme procrastination, I've decided to translate the French version of The Dragon's Code. For context, the non-English versions of the Thea Stilton books have little extended scenes at the end that are basically just the main characters chilling after solving the mystery. There's quite a bit to translate, so I'm breaking it up and just translating one character per post.

Starting off with Violet!

Right off the bat she writes a letter to Colette, complaining about the nicknames that they gave Vi. She acknowledges the other nicknames Colette gives her friends, like calling Pamela "Pam" and Nicky "Nic" (And Violet points out that it's a bit excessive, since Nicky's already an abbreviated name). Violet then addresses the nicknames that Colette gave her: "Vivi" and "Princess". She hates these nicknames with a burning passion.

In fact, Violet is being so incredibly petty about it that she comes up with a couple of amazing nicknames for Colette to get back at her. My favorites include:

"Collante": Sticky

"Cocotte": Casserole

"Colique": Colic (I had to look this one up to understand the joke; Colic is frequent, prolonged and intense crying or fussiness in a healthy infant. Violet's basically using a fancy term for cry-baby.)

These jokes wouldn't have worked as well in the English version, but they're hilarious in French.

Then she writes a list of various things that annoy her, like loud music (dangit pamela), nicknames (looking at you colette), people who talk while she's trying to study, etc., etc.

However, the next letter Violet writes is to her parents, in which she mentions that she has some new friends! She's like: "Hey Dad, I know I'm terribly shy and introverted and most people view me as a dismissive, short-tempered person, but I have friends now! Even I'm surprised by this development!"

Honestly, it's very sweet to see how much happier Violet is after properly getting to know and become friends with the other Thea Sisters. Despite all of their differences, Violet has grown to appreciate their company and uniqueness. She ends off her letter with a hopeful little note:

"P.S: Raxford (Mouseford in other translations) has an amphitheatre where we can give concerts. Wouldn't it be great if we could organize one and have you come?"

All in all, very cute extended scenes :)

#geronimo stilton #thea sisters #thea stilton #violet chen #over time it seems like violet does grow fond of the nickname colette gave her (vivi) #also calling someone a casserole is one of the most fascinating insults one can think of #imagine annoying someone and they're just like “shut up you're a total casserole” #will probably translate Pamela's letters next #she seems to have quite a bit to say regarding some of her friends #should be interesting #many thanks to the internet archive and deepL for making this post possible

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Ghoul Game Night - Dewdrop

Summary: As the newest member of Papa's ghouls Y/n is dragged into a game night with her ghoul pack mates to get to know them! A little game of spin the bottle and truth or dare ends up becoming one hell of a night to remember!

Fandom: Ghost Band

Pairing: Dewdrop x Ghoul!reader

!Warning!: Sexual innuendos, dirty talk, sexual tension, oral fixation. Slutty Dewdrop

Workshop!

The bottle was cool under her touch as Dew handed it to her. She stretched to allow it to rest on the clear spot in front of her before she flicked her wrist to let it go spiraling round and round. She bit her lip as she waited with bated breath to see just who she was gonna be playing this game with. She'd heard of the game 7 Minutes in Heaven before but from how the guys described this game...well there would be no hiding away for this game night and she flushed darker thinking of all the things these guys would dare each other to do. She just hoped they would have mercy on the newest member of the pack; a part of her seemed to know that it may not always be like that - she could only hope to get someone that wasn't Dew or Swiss since they had shown their...wilder traits straight off the bat but now that she thought about it the quiet ones may be something to watch out for - she shot a look between Rain and Mountain on either side wondering if they were as bad as the outwardly wilder ghouls when behind closed doors or if they were pretty chill like Aether.

The bottle finally slowly and she looked up expectingly to the lucky or unlucky fellow she'd be partnering up with her heart leaped a bit with intimidation when she caught the firey orbs of Dew's eyes. Why couldn't Satan have been merciful and allowed her first round to be with Aether out of all of them? Aether was safe. He was kind. He wouldn't make her do something stupid. But no, she was paired with Dew. Maybe if she was super lucky Dew would have mercy on her but the glint in his eyes told her he wouldn't, that sadistic little gremlin.

Licking her lips nervously she played with Dew's blanket that now suddenly felt too hot over her lap. "Well, looks like it's on you Dew...Will you have me do truth or dare?" she asked softly hoping that her eyes portrayed her hesitancy to do a dare even when her gaze flickered across the room nervously.

"Don't forget doll...whichever one he chooses for you...he'll have to do the opposite box." Swiss smirked from where he was lounging back on his palms watching with evident amusement.

"Who knows? Maybe he'll risk giving himself the lesser evils and you'll be stuck with something you don't like." the multi-ghoul added with a snicker.

Dear Lucifer those two would be the near death of Y/n no doubt. The Ghulah met the fire ghoul's eyes again and tipped her head slightly silently asking him what he wanted to do.

He stared her down without blinking before he took a prolonged breath as if trying to draw out the tension and then spoke up. "I choose for you to do a truth."

Y/n breathed a sigh of relief as everyone whooped in excitement, but their reactions didn't make her feel too safe even when she thought about it. She gulped and stared over at Dew who was preparing to pour a shot with raised brows as if anticipating her to back down. Hell, she didn't even know the question just yet! She waved him off and squared her shoulders.

"I'll do it. Pick it out." her bravo crumbled slightly as Rain let out an encouraging purr and bumped her shoulder a bit with his encouragement making her blush further with the contact as he spoke.

"You won't be acting like that if you knew who wrote the truths and dares..."

"Eh? What do you..." Y/n looked over at Aether who was sliding the two boxes towards Dewdrop.

"The girls wrote them out...Do you think we're bad? You haven't hung out with the girls...they're some sadistic dirty-minded bunch." he told her with a shake of his head

Dewdrop's smile faded a bit when he remembered and he groaned dropping his head. "Shit, I forgot they wrote that shit." he grumbled before throwing back the shot of burning alcohol that was meant for the newbie knowing he'd need it more than her most likely.

Setting the glass down with a thunk he dug his hand into the black box that was labeled 'Truths' before unfolding it; a smirk gracing his angular features as he read it briefly to himself

"What was the first thing you thought of when you saw me naked for the first time?."

Y/n's eyes widened and Swiss lost it beside Dewdrop howling with laughter. "That's Sunshine right there!"

The Ghulah buried her face into her knees as her ears tinged pink as she listened to the protests of surprise and laugher of the others around her.

"Wait you saw him naked already? When'd you do that?!" Aether spluttered.

"I-In the shower." Y/n bit her lip glancing up meekly. "I-I accidentally walked in on him as he was getting out of the shower..." she confessed

"And? Gotta answer the question doll." Swiss grinned before reaching for Dew's empty shot glass. "Or we can pour you-"

"Hot." Y/n swallowed slowly meeting Dew's eyes from across the circle. 'I thought you were hot...made me hot...I-I liked the tattoos you have...a-and you have a very agile build but...I could see that you possessed some muscles beneath that - like an agile cat I guess; strong in an underestimated way...and I um...I didn't realize you had pierced nipples." Y/n bit her lip looking down at her toes peeking from beneath the blanket.

"Did I turn you on?" Dew's gaze hooded a bit even when his grin turned a little feral at her flustered state

"Ah-AH! She already answered her truth. Now, petal, go ahead and draw a dare for Dewdrop." Mountain's baritone broke the tension and got everyone bad on track as he felt his little companion getting a bit tongue-tied and flustered.

Clearing her throat Y/n reached over to the red box that had been slid over towards her and picked one off the top. She read it in her head and her ears flattened slightly as she covered her eyes. "I-I can't..." she stammered mortified.

"Eh, must be another Sunshine one then." Swiss nodded sagely

Y/n peeked up at Mountain as the big guy rested his tail around her waist. and leaned down to bump his forehead against hers with a low purr.

"Can you...?" Y/n blinked sheepishly up at him and he plucked the white folded strip from her trembling fingers.

"Of course, petal." he replied before looking down at the written text. He blinked before raising a brow and looking up at Dew who was watching with narrowed eyes. "Use my fingers or hand to show me how you enjoy oral sex."

The fact Mountain said it so bluntly and with such a straight face made Y/n whine and cover her face with her hands mortified; shit if only Dew had chosen a dare for her maybe she'd have been able to get that dare and she'd just drink a shot. But Dew had drawn the metaphorical short straw not that he seemed to mind it as his sharp-toothed grin widened.

The little fire ghoul crawled across the space toward her and grabbed her wrist to pull her hands from her face. He nudged her legs until they fell open and he got comfortable on his knees between them. Her ashen skin was tinged pink and her eyes were wide as she tried to control her panting. She never imagined eye contact could be such a hot trait as he never broke hers. His closeness had made her skittish as she scooted backward until she felt Rain's frame lean over her from behind; blocking her escape. She whimpered as Dewdrop reached for her hand again and slowly raised it up between them.

And then he opened his mouth; showing off the sharp fangs and the long inhuman tongue like a two-pronged snake before lowering his head - Y/n's fingers slipped past his lips and into the wet hot heat of his mouth. His eyes stared down at her while his tongue slipped between and around her digits before licking at the tips of them causing her breath to hitch as her eyes focused heavy and wanting on the way her fingers appeared and disappeared into the fire ghoul's mouth. The wetness of his saliva left her fingers glistening in the light as he pulled back to the tips; his lips kissed each wet digit before nipping at her fingerpads causing her to squirm. When he descended seconds letter at a slow torturous pace Rain groaned from behind the Ghuleh. The groan turned into a full-on growl of arousal as Dewdrop opened his mouth wide enough to show his turned-on packmates the glide of Y/n's fingers rubbing up along the soft wet heat of his tongue.

"Shit firebug. You thinking of someone's cock right now when you do that?" Rain commented watching Dew's eyes fluttered slightly at the sound of his aroused words and close his lips back around Y/n's digits causing her to whine when she felt the pressure of his mouth as he sucked.

"Hmm." Dewdrop hummed before pulling off and licking his lips. "Maybe." he grinned lazily while resting Y/n's hand against the heat of his cheek and turned his head slightly to nip at her thumb.

"Okay..." Y/n's dazed expression said it all if the scent of her sweetness permeating the air between them didn't point a red neon sign above her head how turned on she was right then.

Dew grinned and licked a stripe up along her exposed wrist. "You know where to find me for the real deal, sweets. If you're interested." he winked before letting her go and watched as she sagged back into Rain's chest

"Damn Dewy, give a warning next time," Swiss grumbled and readjusted himself as subtly as he could as the little gremlin walked with a teasing sway of his hips back to his spot beside Swiss and plopped himself onto the multi-ghoul's thigh.

"Aw, jealous Swiss?" Dewdrop grinned lying a teasing kiss to the other's cheek.

"Oh just you wait until this game's over; we'll see who's fucking jealous, firelily." Swiss gripped his thigh in a promise.

"Well...that was a show." Aether agreed clearing his throat and looked around the rest of the pack who all held some sort of dazed look in their ways from their little show. "Who wants to go next?"

Shit, with that kind of start...the game may be turned into something else completely. Satan below only knew their little Ghuleh could turn a whole pack of ghouls into something so unseemingly and she didn't even know her power over them yet. The game certainly was turning into something far more interesting than anticipated - Aether will have to thank the girls with a spa day or something after tonight.

Auth. Note: Check Workshop hub for alternative episodes of Ghoul's Game Night with your favorite characters!

#Ghost #ghost band #ghost band oneshot #truth or dare #ghost truth or dare #Dewdrop #dewdrop x reader #aether ghoul #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul

[adelaidedrubman]

one clown fifteen lines

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

i was tagged by dears @simplegenius042 @direwombat @gwynbleidd @sofrosine @nightbloodbix @corvosattano @voidika @quickhacked to post a lil bit of oc dialogue samples! outgoing tags below cut + like here to opt in:3

1. “Yeah, ya know, they’re actually teachin’ all kindsa folk how to read an’ write these days,” she answered his second question with a sarcastic exaggeration of the natural twangs of her accent, ignoring his first entirely. “They ain’t even makin’ you go all the way to law school for it no more.”

2. “Piss off, Earl,” she spat, elbowing him out of the way. “I mean, honest to god fuckin’ piss off, alright?”

3. “Opossums are fuckin’ marsupials, Mary May!”

4. “I would fuckin’ carve out your eyes and throw them in the lake first, so that the only thing you’d ever see of me again is my fishing hook when I came back here to catch whatever trout had the bad luck of eating you.” 

5. “Familiar enough to know that if you’re calling me a ‘Delilah’ or something that’s some misogynistic bull —”

6. “Probably do a little publicity tour, once it all makes news. A few TV specials, tell-all nightly news interviews, a true crime podcast here and there. I bet I could make a good buck writing some kinda fucking memoir or something about this shit. Everyone would eat it up, you know, out of guilt, ‘cause —” she paused, raising her pitch a bit in nasally mocking, “‘cause we should really be focusing on the victims, not making the perpetrators famous,” she chimed, followed by a dismissive wave of her hand at the thought. “But you know, they’d still all be reading it to see what I said about you of course. But no skin off my ass, as long as they buy it. Figure I could spend… two, maybe three months as America’s sweetheart, then slip back into anonymity. Live off the royalties. The occasional consulting fee, anytime someone decides to make a movie about you and your fuckin’ cult.” 

7. “Head wasn’t that good,” she replied flatly. 

8. “Yeah, pretty sure they make a pill these days for when a gal realizes she’s made that kinda mistake,” she retorted with an exaggerated batting of her eyelashes as she pulled the flask from his hand. “And if you’re the baby daddy, she really would be wising up to take it.” 

9. “Oh, I’m back, baby.” She forced the smile to fall from her face, lips and brow tensing with sudden gravity. “And I’ve rigged this whole fucking mountain with explosives set to go off any second now. This thing is gonna blow sky fuckin’ high, and you and I are going to blow up with it. ’Cause I —” she feigned a gasp, brought her wrist to her brow as she threw her head back in a pantomime of being on the verge of fainting. “I can’t deny it any longer — I’m in love with you, and I want us to fucking be together forever in the fiery abyss of death.” 

10. “Tell your big bwother to make his stump speeches even scawrier next time — I’m sure it’ll make the canon fodder he sends out harder to kill, if he gravels his voice a bit more.”

11. She snorted. “You worried I’m not playing with a full set or something?”

12. “I jest,” she hissed, knocking his hand away. “You haven’t fuckin’ gotten that by now? It was a fucking joke.” 

13. “C’mon, that the fucking best miss church camp coachella can do to scare me?”

14. “For the fuckin’ record, I’m prolonging the void of nothingness when my organs stop functioning and I cease to exist in conscious form, not eternal damnation,” she finally spat. 

15. “It’s gonna be hilarious, actually,” she replied, pushing herself off from the door frame with a parting wave. “Tell your friends!” 

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[demonshauntingthedoves]

Crime of Passion [kinktober special]

Crime of Passion : A murder committed in the heat of moment without aiming to actually do it. In other words, to kill a partner under a strong emotional impulse during sex.

Summary : They say it's done in the "heat of passion" without a clear intent to truly commit the crime. And you did it too. Only you did strongly intent and prepared to do it.

Pairing : Husband!jungkook x female reader

Genre : Erotica, Eventual Yandere!

Warnings : Sexual and Yandere themes, dom!fc, dom!jk, lot of edgeplay, blowjob, use of aphrodisiacs, penetrative sex, praising kink, spanking, nipple play, infidelity, murder, torture, fc is crazy at the end but smart to (witch laugh).

WordCount : 1980+

With a pop you let go of his dick.You leaned back panting heavily and looked up at Jungkook through your long lashes. You rubbed the corners of your mouth with the back of your gloved hand, wiping the remaining beads of cum you failed to swallow. A sultry grin bloomed on your face as you glided your hands up his thighs again whilst batting your kitten-like-eyes at your husband who was sprawled out on the leather couch. From your bent position, you kissed the way up his knee and thigh and then quickly pecked the swollen head of his cock which still begged for your attention despite receiving full treatment of warm mouth moments ago.

“Don’t tease me! Just get over here and get it done with!" Jungkook hissed at the sensation. His hooded eyes raking your cleavage as your chemise hung low over your chest.

You rolled your eyes but crawled on him and licked a strip up his throat like a starved kitten. He threw his head back and let out a heavy puff of smoke from the thick cigar in his hand. You dragged your wet plump lips over his Adam's apple which bobbed, feeling your hips grind on him.

"Ahh!..Jungkook." You gasped and purred when you felt your core painfully ghosting over his cockhead which was ready to slide in.

“Don’t torture me, Y/n. Just let me in!” He growled lazily and smacked your ass. 

But you wanted to prolong this moment as long as possible. You didn’t take so much effort just to rush everything.You wanted to make it slow and sensual, almost transcendental.

Your barely covered skin glowed in the golden glaze of the scented candles. The low tune of vinile drowned in the melodies of your moans and his groans as you humped on him. You didn't let him enter you. You wanted to edge him. You rolled your ass sexily and bit hard on your lower lip feeling the rough fabric of his trousers; which you had pulled open in haste; scratch your inner thighs due to continuous friction. 

Your hand slid up into his lustrous hair like a quiet snake and pulled his head to dive in a kiss which turned desperate when he leaned in. Loud smooches and smacks echoed in the dimly lit room. He grabbed your lace cladded ass and smacked it, then he dug his fingers through them to reach your core. You gasped and hid your head in the croon of his sweaty neck. You kissed the mole on his honey skin and moaned loudly in his ear when he pinched your labia.  

“Now you see Y/n, hmm? Dont play with me!” His rum-tinged breath send tingles down your ear.  

You sighed and abruptly stood up. His brows furrowed when he didn't feel you doing what he said and opened his hazy eyes wide.You were just standing there with your hands on your hips. He enamored at the glory of you adorned in a deep burgundy coloured lingerie. Your honey skin glimmered through the dark berry chemise as your ears shimmered with the purple diamonds. Your baby hair was tucked out of your lazily tied bun and your round breast heaved up and down. And the gloves, he absolutely loved when you played the princess. Your tiny hands tucked in the velvet gloves. You could kill with that look.

You were a rare jewel, the black rose in the colourful ones. You were a temptress. His temptress.

 “Fuck sweet thing! You look drop dead gorgeous. Gonna kill me?!!” 

 "Hmm, I might be plotting" You playfully muttered.

It was times like this, when he knew you wished to take the lead. He could feel the exhilaration when you had aggressively pulled his collar and pushed him on the couch just to give him the best blowjob of his life. You wanted to have it your way. And he absolutely loved it. He might as well let you.

But not now when you looked like a goddess he wanted to worship. He couldn't keep his hands to himself. He needed to ravage this fierce beauty of yours. So he pulled you by your hips and cupped your chin to slam his hungry mouth to yours. 

His desperate hands traced every curve and crevice of your body.He picked you up and placed you on the bed whilst he undid the buttons of his floral shirt. By that time, you were already on your hands and knees, offering the perfect sight of your perked up ass on the edge of the bed. Like this, he could easily plummet his cock inside you but what is the fun in that.

He'd like to play the edging game as well.

 He harshly tore away the lace near your core and bowed down to latch on your pussy from behind. His fingers dug in your plush skin of your buttcheeks and smacked them while his tongue ravaged your dripping rose. The staccato of your ohs and ahs echoed around the four poster bed as he had your delicacy. 

"You have the sweetest rose I've ever tasted." 

You smirked in satisfaction that the viagra you had slipped in his rum was kicking in. But the moment you started to tremble, he stopped his ministration, only to climb on top of you and remove the rest of lace covering your shining skin. 

You buried your face in the silk sheets when you felt his cockhead nugging at your hole. A pleasure induced moan slipped out of you as he thrusted all the way in one go. The rest of your pleas were muffled as he jackhammered into you. Your body jerked forward with every swift move of his hips pistoning into you.

"So good for me, Y/n, o-oh my goddess!!"

The sheets were wet with amount of your drool leaving your gasping mouth. He was really fucking you good and sexy. You let him take his time, take all the time he had left.

Just when you thought he was about to cum, you crawled away from under him as he grunted loudly. You turned around pushing the hair that stuck your sticky forehead.

 "It's my game. I started it and might as well finish it." You said between your panting.

Your fierce eyes pierced through his blown out once. He surrendered to you.

As you busied yourself to remove his shirt and pants completely. He slapped your pussy out of frustration and pumped his fingers into you out of anticipation.

He bare back hit the mattress as you straddled him. You didn't miss a beat between settling on his erect length and rolling on him tortuously slow. 

"You're going to be the death of me,Y/n"

He growled looking at your naked figure on top of him. You hair messily fell down and draped on your chest.The only chlothing remaining on you were the gloves which rested on his buffed chest for support. You looked so pretty only in them. But he could still fell the edges of your sharp nails through the velvet gloves as you hopped on him. It was then, that you could get your words out.

"O-ohh, am I?!! Tell me you'd die for this pussy?!!" 

You asked him as you slided all your hair back, revealing your nipples to him.

"No question, I'd die for it. For you!!!"

He fingers reached up to touch and twik your nipples. Your breath staggered from the pleasure booster as you began to bounce on his cock. 

"So you'll die for me, right?"

Your hand clutched the thick column of his neck testing his waters. You pressed on his throat firmly as you felt your high approaching.

"Yes - f-fuck-ing -yes!!!" Jungkook stuttered and held your wrist with one hand and pinched your clit with the other.

You moves faltered and became sloppy as you glared at the fucked out face of Jungkook.

"So if you die, you'd be pleased to die with the sight of me on your cock, right? You'd want nobody but me ??!!"

Something flashed in Jungkook's hazy eyes as he grasped your hipbones tightly and titered,

"Ofcourse, sweet thing. Why would I want anybody but you?"

Liar

You tightened your grip on his throat as you rolled your ass on his abdomen.

And on queue, he started to thrust up in you, as if to prove his point or distract you from yours. You gasped in surprise and leaned forward on his chest. It took some more thrust for you to come undone.

You trembling body fell on him. His nose brushed yours, as you both stared in each other's eyes. Weary breaths feathering your faces. Your face softened as you looked at his loved filled eyes. But you could always see through the curtains of feign-what truly hid behind them.

You leaned back and resumed your movements. Your one hand still intact on his neck. You thought and thought twice.

His eyes fluttered to the cinnabar mole on the side of your chin.

Jungkook groaned again close to the edge. You touched the taunting cinnabar mole with the other hand. And smiled at the realisation.

So just because she had the exact same mole as you, he considered fucking her.

She was a washer brought to you. A poor but starry eyed girl. Her coily hair smelled of oakwood and detergents. That was the second thing you had noticed about her. The first thing was her mole which mirrored yours. You had smiled and welcomed her impressed by that only one feature of hers.

You should have known that you wouldn't be the only one to be impressed by that one feature of hers.

Your intuitions were gnawing at you the one time you'd sniffed the scent of oakwood coming from not only his clothes but his skin.

You were suspicious for days until one day you went into his study to offer him tea, only to be greeted by the smell of soaps.

But nothing phased you more than the instance when you caught her sniffing his clothes from the pile in hamper.

It unnerved you -the fact that they were romanticising behind your back but what devastated you was- the fact they thought you were stupid enough to not know and not do anything.

It wasn't much to fault the poor girl, she had her little piece of torture. You only scrubbed her eyes with the detergent and made sure she would never be able to see the morning sun again. She didn't know what were you capable of.

But that couldn't be quite said about your beloved husband. He knew what a fierce woman you were. If one span of your hips could make men fall on your toes, then one snap of your knife could make their heads fall too. And maybe he forget that.

You'd would love to remind him that for once and all.

"Nobody but me. But why do I feel you forgot that for some time now, hmm?"

Jungkook stiffened under you as you gyrated your hips on his. His aroused face turned into one of fright.

"W-what are you talking about Y/n?"

His hand caught yours which was heavily pressing on his pulse.

"So you would love to die with me on your cock, wouldn't you?" You asked him again.

When you looked at him with darkened feline eyes, Jungkook's face fell. He shivered from overstimulation and culpability.

"You said it would be your last wish!!!" Jungkook saw the crazy glint capture your eyes. You weren't playing anymore. This wasn't just a game anymore.

You placed your other hand on his throat and enveloped them tightly in a chockhold. After overcoming from shock and conflict, Jungkook clenched his jaw and tried to swat your hands away but failed due the lack of control he had in the daze of alcohol. His body was going numb. He couldn't even utter a word.

"Then die!!" You shouted at his face.

You pressed your thumb on pulse and strangled him. You chocked him with all your might.

It felt cathartic to punish him for his wrongdoings. He dared to betray you. Only to receive back all your bubbled up wrath and frustration like this.

He tried to undo your hands but nothing could stop you.

You breathe in.

His face went a deep shade of crimson. You could feel the loud throb of his pulse. You were there.

Until you no longer felt his pulse and his face unshed of all colours and went pale. You were done.

You breathe out.

You got up and wrapped yourself in the silk robe. You plopped down on the couch and took a hit from the cigar he threw. You puffed out dancing clouds of smoke looking at your dead husband. You gave him quite a lovely departure in the peach tapestries of silk you specially decorated for this occasion. Quite a heavenly departure for a person who ought to go to hell.

You slid the gloves out your hands and threw them in the fireplace. No one would doubt you now with no fingerprints. And even if anyone did, you'd simply cover it up under the Crime Of Passion.

A/N : Phew! Wanted to write something for this Kinktober and came up with this. I didn't actually select a single kink while writing this. But there's a tiny buffet of some common kinks. This story takes 360° turn from smut to murder.

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[epickiya722]

Did you know that Gege had said, "Gojo is perfect in everything except personality..."

Like, what do you think?

To me, that what makes Gojo "balanced". He's flawed in personality, but it what makes him interesting to me.

He may excel at everything he does, but I love the fact that Gojo doesn't go out his way to show off every single time unless it's truly necessary (such as fighting his enemies).

It's something that he's also self-aware of how he is. I honestly wasn't expecting him to say that because it's not often we get characters who are flawed in personality and admit to it.

He's a complex guy, really.

He's confident in his abilities and looks down on others he deems are weaker than him.

Let me throw in Sukuna real quick because it's just hitting me.

Gojo is quick to degrade others in battle and not once give a single praise to them. Sukuna, while he may mock his opponents, he will also praise them for their efforts and strength.

The times it's in reversal is when it comes to Yuji. Gojo has praised Yuji, commenting that if there are those who will exceed him, Yuji would be one of them. Opposing Sukuna's view of him where he sees Yuji as weak and belittled him every chance he gets. Even in a recent chapter, Sukuna does give recognition that Yuji gets back up every time he's knocked down. However, Sukuna reacts in not in away of applauding him, but he's annoyed by this.

That's just something I wanted to add.

Back to Gojo!!

Other than being overly confident, Gojo is capable of other traits. Even during his teen years, while he more so turned his nose at Geto's more noble ideas of protecting others, Gojo had moments where he is shown to be not as cold-hearted as others may think he is.

He may have complained about protecting Riko, but he has been shown to be on board on whatever she decided when it came to merging with Tengen. There was also the beach scene. He saw Riko was upset about leaving and suggested they stay another day. Even tiring himself out longer. After Riko's death, he went back to retrieve her body.

He's a silly guy, but he won't bat a lash when ripping your head off. He's rational. Also, he's irrational. He may look at some as lesser than him, bit he has a goal to reforming the jujutsu world into one where his students can thrive and be believes they have the potential of being better than him even. He has a keen eye. He paired Toge and Yuta on one mission and it worked out with those two having a better relationship. Did the same with Yuji and Megumi. He placed their rooms next to each other and now look at them.

Higher-Ups want to execute Yuji because he's the vessel of Sukuna. What does Gojo do? He prolongs it, even hiding the last finger so that Yuji doesn't die so soon.

Gojo has been seen angry, but not out of being mocked by others or whatnot. It's on the behalf of others that he gets angry. When he and Suguru had their "break-up", he was upset because he couldn't believe that the Suguru he knew, the same one who wanted to protect people, who flip up and go about harming others.

Overall, the thing with Gojo is he's like a panel of unlabeled switches and buttons. Touch one and you're not sure what you may get with him.

#kiya answers #kiya answers questions #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #jjk manga spoilers #gojo satoru #satoru gojo

[alexthefly]

Snakes on a Thunderbird

For @godsliltippy for TAG MiniBang 2023 (@tagminibang)

Inspired by this adorable piece of Fishtank art here. (@tippystreasurebox)

Trigger warning for snakes. Also brief mention of animal neglect, plus some minor whump and peril.

As Virgil went through his post-flight checks, Gordon twisted and revelled in the several satisfying pops his back made. 

“Oh god, that is so much better! Want me to crack yours for ya, Virg?”

There was a grumble of disapproval from his right. 

“I’ll pass thanks. Hearing yours was an experience in itself. In fact…” 

His brother reached over and snagged the small metal box Gordon had been carrying on his lap. 

“...perhaps I’d better take that before you do yourself any more damage.”

Gordon rolled his eyes and snatched the box back with perhaps just a little too much snap.

“Right Virgil(!) ‘Cos hauling passengers and crates off of a sinking ship was fine, but this last hundred yards to the rescue centre is where things gets really tricky(!)”

The rescue hadn’t really been all that bad physically. The crates in question had been lighter than expected, though that was because apparently properly feeding the various animals inside had clearly not been much of a priority for the smugglers on board; about as high as safety and ship maintenance had been. And although Gordon’s back was definitely starting to twinge a bit now, he’d have been a lot happier to be a lot achier if it meant those poor creatures had been treated right.

Well, whatever. He’d stayed professional. …Mostly. That Johnny hadn’t mentioned his little brother's prolonged blue streak ricocheting over the comms was likely a sign that he’d felt the same way.

The fact the GDF were already briefed and waiting with an arrest warrant the second they’d touched down was probably another one.

A yellow light broke through his thoughts and dragged him back to the present. He batted the medi-scan away with a grunt.

“Would you quit it, Virg? I’m fine.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

Gordon opened his mouth, ready to deliver a witty yet devastating retort, but then thought wiser of it. Better to just let the big guy get it all out of his system. He'd only worry otherwise, and a worried Virgil was a pain in the backside, especially with the flight home and debrief to get through. He closed his mouth and submitted to the inevitable with a huff.

Virgil for his part stayed quiet too as he completed the scan; once it was done, he continued to look Gordon over with the practised eye of both a medic and a big brother.

“Well, Doctor Virgil? Are you done? Can we go now?”

Another moment of scrutiny. Then: 

“You know today was a good day, right?”

Dammit. The big green angst-detector strikes again.

Gordon really didn’t want to talk about it now.

“Whatever you say, bro.”

“I mean it,” Virgil insisted. “You’ve said it yourself - this shelter is the best. They've got the facilities and the expertise; they’ll take good care of all these guys, big and small. And the GDF will make sure the people that did this get what's coming to them."

“Uh-huh.”

"Gordy, the good guys won. Take the win.”

Honestly it didn’t feel like a win. Not even a tiny one. The memory of all those sad little eyes was too raw. It was going to take a lot for it to fade into the background, and he just didn't have the energy right now. All he wanted was to get everything unloaded, go home, swim ‘til he couldn't think anymore and then crawl into bed and sleep for 12 hours.

"Virg, could we please do the pep talk another time? The shelter staff are waiting for us."

A little frown appeared on his brother's brow, but he sighed and nodded.

"Are they all okay in there?” Virgil asked instead, nodding at the box balancing on Gordon’s dashboard. 

It was an obvious change of subject, but a welcome one. Gordon gave the portable incubator a protective little pat.

“Should be. I candled them earlier and they look good. Not pipped yet, but I think it should be soon.”

He blinked as a sudden thought occurred.

“Actually," he said as he opened the incubator lid and retrieved the covered tray inside, "I’m just gonna check they’ve not been turned mid-flight. I’ve been holding them steady the whole way over, but you never know.”

“I thought you were supposed to turn eggs?” said Virgil with a hint of confusion. He leaned across to watch what Gordon was doing. "Grandpa said it stopped the embryo getting stuck."

“That’s for birds. Snakes are different. All the little veins and stuff are fragile; you flip the egg, the umbilical cord tears away and they die.” 

Gordon gingerly lifted the lid and peered inside. 

"Of course, these guys are almost ready to hatch so I don’t know how much of that appli-”

But the rest of his thought died on his tongue as he lifted the lid and took a look inside.

A beat.

“What?”

“Erm, not sure. Hang on a sec…” Gordon gently slid the eggs to one side of the tray and running his gloved hands very carefully in the sandy substrate below.

"Where are you?" he muttered softly.

"Where's what?" Virgil quickly jumped to his feet, unease radiating from every pore.

"One of the eggs must have hatched in transit," explained Gordon, still rifling through the soft gravel, looking for any flash of movement. "Once the shell breaks they usually take a few hours to come out, but I guess with all the jiggling…"

"Okay, so presumably there should be a snake in there then. Where’s the snake, Gordon?!"

Gordon kept digging, slightly more urgently. 

"Some snakes bury themselves down into the substrate after hatching - it’s a kinda protection thing. They wait there for their first shed, then they come out looking for food."

Virgil reached out gingerly over Gordon's shoulder and picked up the soft and clearly empty egg shell, complete with a neat split down the middle. He held it softly in his hands, turning it over and over as if he might find the wayward snake still clinging to it somewhere.

"Exactly what sort of snakes are these, Gordy?" he asked slowly, deliberately.

"Umm…”

“Gordon!”

“I don’t know! I’m not a snake expert, and you can only tell so much from just the eggshell anyway.” 

He set the tray onto the dashboard and started checking inside the incubator itself, just in case. He could feel heat starting to rise across his cheeks.

“Gords, could it be… poisonous?”

Gordon swallowed back the sour taste in his mouth.

“I don’t know.”

There was a moment of horrible silence as those words sunk in. Of course, the chances of the snake being venomous were slim - only about 10-15% of known species were after all - and in any event their uniforms were designed to withstand pretty much anything, but there was still that tiny sliver of doubt in his mind. Was Brains far-sighted enough to have considered snake fangs as a variable during the testing phase?

Virgil took a step back, eyes darting everywhere, and tapped his wrist controller. 

“I’m not picking anything up. John? Any chance you could run a sweep of the cockpit for… uh… unusual heat signatures?”

“Unusual?” 

John’s projected image leapt out of the dashboard holo’ right in front of Gordon’s face, causing him to almost fall off his chair. 

“What sort of unusual?”

Virgil cleared his throat in a far-too-obviously guilty way. 

“We’ve kind of… misplaced something.”

“O-kaaay… What sort of something?”

Gordon opened his mouth to say… Actually he wasn’t sure what he was going to say, but in any case Virgil got there first.

“Can you just do it please, John?” he asked, brow furrowed. "Now?"

The look John shot them both could have stripped paint, but he turned away and started swiping.

“No unusual readings found,” he said after a few seconds. "Perhaps if I knew what I was looking for…”

Gordon caught Virgil’s eye. Despite his obvious concern about the situation, the big chonk was clearly still trying to cover for him. 

He really was the softest marshmallow.

But as touched as he was, right now the most important thing wasn't avoiding blame; it was finding the snake before anyone got hurt, including the creature itself. There would be time to wriggle out of Scott and John’s inevitable lecture later.

“The signal’s likely very subtle,” he said, drawing John's attention. “He’s cold-blooded, so his core temperature’s gonna be mirroring the immediate environment. Look at components a little below body temperature and check for tiny, unexplained fluctuations.”

“Cold-bl… You lost a reptile?!”

“A snake,” clarified Virgil.

There was a moment while John processed this new information, then he closed his eyes and pinched the top of his nose. 

“Of course it's a snake(!)” He sighed. “EOS? Did you catch all that?”

EOS’s voice rang through clear over the comms. “Yes, John. Checking now…”

“In the meantime,” said John, “I suggest you put your helmets back on, just to be safe. The less exposed skin you two have the better.”

The brothers nodded. 

Gordon set the incubator down and grabbed his helmet from the dash in front of him, just as EOS brought up a schematic of the cockpit onto the screen in front of him.

“There’s a slight irregularity in temperature around the co-pilot’s control panel, but it’s too indistinct to pin down to a specific component.”

Gordon’s eyes darted all over the dashboard in front of him. 

Where?

Scrabbling to push his chair back and get his helmet on, he vaguely heard Virgil say something about lifting the main cover off the console before he was suddenly distracted by a sharp, stabbing pain in his right cheek, just above the jaw.

“Yeow!”

Virgil was by his side immediately, mediscanner in hand. “What?! What is it?”

Gordon remained in his chair, sitting stock still.

"Don’ scan.”

"What?"

"Don' scan. Th' noise'll scare 'im."

Virgil's eyes went wide.

"Where is it?" he whispered, looking him up and down.

“I’z on m’ face."

“What?!?”

“On. M’. Face. W’z inside th’ helmet.”

Virgil and John exchanged a panicked look.

…Yep.

By rights, Gordon should have been scared. After all, there was a chance he could die here; the little danger-noodle might be pumping deadly venom into him by the second. But surprisingly he wasn’t overly worried about that possibility just now. In fact he felt strangely calm and clear-headed. What was done was done after all, and the priority now was to a) not do anything to make the snake strike again (him or Virgil); and b) get it secured.

“Ah’m gonna slowly r’move th’ helmet," he mumbled, trying not to move his mouth too much. "When y’ see ‘im, grab ‘im c’refully b’hind th’ head an’ unhook ‘im.”

Keeping his head stock still, he looked sidelong at his big brother to check he’d understood. Poor Virg looked pale, but he nodded and shifted into position in front of him, mouth set in a grim line. Behind him, John's face was a picture of worry.

“R'dy?” Gordon asked. 

Virgil nodded, hands poised.

He gave a little blink in lieu of a smile. “Okay."

Deep breath.

"One. Two. ‘Hree.”

And slowly he took off his helmet.

Virgil reached forwards and closed his hand next to his face. Gordon's skin pulled painfully for a moment, then released, leaving a sharp echo across his cheek.  

He exhaled in a big whoosh that seemed to come from his very soul, and raised his eyes to finally look on the thing that had bitten him.

“Scanning for a species match now,” said John urgently as Virgil stepped back, holding the offending creature out at arm’s length. “Cross-matching size, markings and-”

“It’s a Children’s Python!”

“A what?” Virgil asked roughly.

John took a massive breath in. “Oh thank god! Are you sure?”

“Certain,” replied Gordon, finding his feet and bouncing over to look a bit closer, all concern for his safety gone. “We had one as a class pet in 5th grade. Native to Northern Australia. Fantastic pets.”

“I can confirm the identification, John” said EOS. “The species is non-venomous.”

All the remaining colour drained from Virgil's face. He lowered himself down shakily into his chair, arm still outstretched. “Well in that case would someone please come and take this thing out of my hand before I have a heart attack?”

“Oops! Yep, give me one second…” 

Gordon grabbed the tray of eggs and fished out a roll of electrical tape from one of his console drawers. 

“This should keep the lid secure until we can get him into the shelter, at least.”

Gordon reached out and gently took hold of the little snake, who had stopped thrashing around and instead seemed content to curl its body gently around his hand. He took a second to admire its beautiful mottled markings in light and dark brown, and the gentle undulation of muscles pulsing as it moved.

"Hey, little guy."

The tiny snake flicked its tongue at him, tasting the air.

Slowly, gently, Gordon encouraged the snake back in the tray, extracted his hand, and then put the lid on and taped it down.

As soon as the tray was closed, John seemed to deflate like he was the one who’d been punctured.

“Please, for the love of god, don’t ever scare me like that again, okay guys? My cortisol levels can't take it."

"Take it easy John," soothed Virgil as he stumbled over to examine Gordon's cheek. "You sit back and have a float and we'll finish up here." 

He took Gordon by the chin and turned his face to the side. 

"...C'mon Blofeld, let's get you cleaned up."

…

Fifteen minutes later and sporting a natty Baby Shark band-aid on his cheek, Gordon skipped across the animal shelter car park towards the front desk. Alongside him, Virgil carried the now-definitely-sealed incubator. (Gordon had argued it was his privilege as 'the walking wounded’ not to have to carry stuff. Virgil had just rolled his eyes and agreed, muttering something about checking for himself to ensure no more 'jailbreaks'.)

Behind them, a dozen or so vets and other volunteers were unloading the various other crates of animals from Two's hold, checking them over and directing them to their respective enclosures.

Gordon grinned.

"Feeling better now?" asked Virgil, quirking a smile in reply.

He was, in more ways than one. Somehow, staring into the face of that tiny serpent had made him feel a lot more positive about everything. Nature really was amazing. If a baby creature, just out of its egg, could survive and protect itself in a hostile environment like that little one had today, then with a little bit of care he was sure the other animals they'd rescued would as well.

Life was good. He had his health, he had his family, and they’d done good today. 

Suddenly overcome with happiness, he couldn’t help doing a little jumping air punch, earning a low chuckle from his left.

"You were right, Virg. Today really was a win.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow at him. "Not sure I'd quite describe it that way, but if you say so. You did still set a snake loose in my ‘bird, though.”

“Hey, don't blame me! I'm as much a victim as you are. Little Hissy Houdini's a force all of his own.”

A pause. “You named him?”

“Yep! Kinda fitting, don’t you think?”

Virgil’s eyes narrowed. 

"You’re not keeping him.”

Gordon gasped dramatically. 

“Virgil Tracy, I am shocked! I would never-”

“Sully the Gully, Puppy Longstocking, Razorbill Bob, the Swift Family Robinson…”

“...again. Never again.”

“Well that’s just as well then, because I don’t think Scott would appreciate finding this little escapologist in his sock drawer, do you?"

As Gordon contemplated all of the delicious trickster-y possibilities that that image brought up, he stretched and gave his back another series of cracks.

Virgil regarded him coolly. "You sound like a goddamn popcorn maker," he grumbled. "Speaking of, I wonder if the others'd be up for a movie night tonight? I feel like we've earned a bit of down time."

"Sounds good to me," said Gordon, flinging an arm around the big man's shoulders. "And I have the perfect one in mind… You like Samuel L Jackson films, right?"

#tw: snakes #tagminibang2023 #thunderbirds are go #gordon tracy #virgil tracy #tagminibang

[danddymaro]

Cuddling | Revenant x Reader

I was finally able to gather up those damn crafting metals and get that sexy revelations skin.   ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Anyways, You wanna cuddle with this murder bot,  right?

IDC, I would

Word Count: 1325

Cuddling

' Strange, Strange little thing, '

He deems you bizarre as he nuzzles you, his face pressed so close, wisps of your hair tease him, luring him even closer because it feels so comforting.

With a near silence, his fingers fully extend before they gently fall to caress your face, soon trailing down a soft cheek and brushing past parted lips he lingers on just a bit too long.

- And he thinks about how something so soft graces him so often, so tenderly like you’d never grow tired of it.

'Do you feel safe?' 

He doesn't ask you such a question, he’s never had the nerve to, not with who he is.

- or rather, what he is. 

Yet, with how much you insist on coddling close to him, and in such a vulnerable state, he finds the answer on his own.

He could feel himself shutter, even without doing so the sensation is there like a faint reminder that he was once just like you. He remembers it clearly, and feels as though it were his own human reaction.

Your plea to have him stay has been granted, though it'd been with reluctance at first.

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“- Stay the night!” you suddenly say just as he’s ready to leave, and the sudden outburst left him stunned for a moment before he finally finds function, slowly turning back to you. 

With a scoff he plays it off, “ What?” he asks you, tease in his tone. 

“Afraid of the dark?” he asks, and your immediate reaction is to drop your shoulders,  your features softened. 

“I’m serious,” you say. “I want you to stay with me tonight,” you say more firmly, though you’re wring your hands in nervousness as you clarify. 

He stares at you long and hard, the prolonged minute devouring your nerves, soon making you feel silly for even asking.

“- I don't need sleep,” he tells you flatly, his arms crossed in defiance as he’s hesitant to fall to your whims, especially the one you've recently made known.

“-Don’t need to,” he adds as it’s a well known fact.

“I know,” you say back, “- But I want us to sleep together,” you pout, the upset purse of your lips making him grunt, and his chin is soon pointed to the side.

“We already do that,” he tells you, and even if he’s had you folded in just about every position there is, you still have it in you to grow flustered at the mention. 

“No...I don't mean that,” you softly breathe, and as he peeks over to you again he takes in the sight of you with awe. You look so precious when you bat your eyes at him, especially as you clearly look so bashful and sweet, like you couldn’t harm a fly.

You're good at persuasion, at tweaking what serves as a heart for the simulacrum ;  so good that he's uncertain if it's really coyness that wins him over and not your true, lovely nature.

It can’t all be a game...right?

Though, catching the slow bite of your lip you try to hide as you tuck your chin down to your chest, he’s not too certain of anything. 

  “Unless...” you then trail off with a giggle that’s got him  feeling weary.

He can’t help but chuckle, faintly because as sweet as you look and play, he can easily imagine you spouting little horns that would match his own menacing nature.

- Evil little thing, if he still had a heart you'd take advantage of every skipped beat, he knows it.

In fact, he’s certain that If he were any stupider he’d be on a leash.

“Rev..” Your hands then grasp one of his as you tug him towards you, back to the bedroom where you need him.

“I want to lay with you and cuddle,” you clarify, doing your best to coerce him to move because there was no way you'd be able to tug him along anywhere unless he just gives in.

“You know...fall asleep in your arms,” you elaborate and there’s a touch of hope in that little voice of yours.

- Clearly, spending the day with him isn’t enough. Though, it’s not like he’s bothered by that.

He’s thought about staying, of doing just what you’re asking for before realizing how stupid it was.

' Did you even think it through?' He thinks as he looks down at you flatly, though, his glowing eyes are awfully bright as he studies you.

 Slowly, his entire demeanor shifts too.

-Honestly, what compels you to want more and more of him?

  Your hold on his single hand suddenly retreats, and before he can question the sudden release, you spring forward, your arms suddenly wrapped around him in a loving embrace.

“Come on...Please...” you softly whine, your voice terribly soft, too sweet to just ignore as you press your cheek against him.

 At that moment he can feel your fingers soothing down his spine, running along sweet spots that nearly tear a little moan from him.

He holds it in until you proceed, “ My love...” you hum while pressing your little body to his, the pressure of your fingers bewitching him further as you strum along the same path.

And then you dare ask him a question that while holding playfulness, hurts,

“...Don’t you love me?” 

He can’t quite explain why that specific question stills him, or why it has such a massive effect either.

Soon after, his hands take hold of your upper arms as though he plans to pry them off, but he delays.

One last plea from your pouting lips has him where you want, because you can hear him sigh as he runs those large hands of his up your arms and to your shoulders. 

The palms travel, his long fingers extended as he caresses a gentle trail up either side of your neck before he smothers your cheeks entirely, 

“You’re a spoiled brat,” he huffs, the large bot bending down closer to you, his beautifully sculpted lips offering you a tender press to yours as a way to please that bratty nature he grumbles of but always feeds.

You swoon in his hands, under his loving smooch and as you feel your legs succumb to a jellified state, you’re swept off them.  

The little gasp that leaves you is muffled by the persistent press of his lips on yours, and while the sudden lift gets a surprise out of you, you easily fall back into the moment, your arms wrapped around his neck like a lifeline.

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He has no idea how you’ve done it, but you’re comfortably cuddled close to him, and as moronically cliché as it sounds, he feels like one of two puzzle pieces  fitting right where they belong. 

Meanwhile, you seem at peace, one he hadn’t been able to witness before. 

He’s used to your smiles, that sudden lift that strikes your features when you’re together. He’s seen your true upset, and has heard just about every tone you have.

- He thought he knew you well. 

That was until he had you in his arms throughout the night.

Every so often you release a low, extended breath, as well as scattered words that don’t make sense, but he still is observant of.

You also wear a smile that’s faint, one that’s stayed since he first pulled you close to him and let you choose your desired spot.

Meanwhile, the red fabric he uses to cover himself is clutched within one of your hands, perhaps as a safety measure to make him keep his word, though, there’s just the likelihood his bizarre little darling needs the contact. 

; Just like he feels the need to touch you, tracing invisible patters onto your skin as he admires how you look while cuddled close to him.

‘Do you think of me?’ 

He wonders when he sees your smile become true while you release a happy puff while your hand that has the fabric clutched comes closer to your chest, close to your heart.

- He’d like to think you are.

Another kiss falls to you, pressed to your forehead with tenderness, partly hoping that if he isn’t what you dream of, that somehow his affection touches you wherever your mind has wondered. 

; Though reluctant at first, he’s very into cuddling, and more than delighted with being close to you. 

#revenant imagine #revenant x reader #revenant x reader insert #revenant x you #revenant x y/n #apex fanfic #apex x reader #apex #apex revenant #revenant fanfiction #revenant fanfic #Revenant #revenant fluff

[flakytartart]

Cleanup AU for Trigger Happy Havoc because I'm unwell and love fictional reality checks and angst:

Everything is the same, except that remaining students are responsible for cleaning up crime scenes + executions. This rule* is introduced casually in the Gym after Sayaka's body is found (I forgot the exact scene but it's right before Spears of Gungnir). Monokuma says it's a students job to take care of their surroundings or something, but really it's just to fill them with despair. Bodies are to be left in the gym and will be collected by Monokuma.

*Technically students don't have to clean up crime scenes but if they don't they will remain intact. Face your peers or be reminded of them daily.

I'm not a writer + intimately aware of how each student thinks/acts so please don't bite my head off! She/they pronouns for Chihiro.

"Welp! Looks like you have 2 students to clean up after!" Everyone is too shocked and scared to approach Mukuro's body. Mondo drapes his jacket over her to stop everyone from gawking.

Half way through the 1st investigation, Yasuhiro (leaving the sleuthing to the professionals) and Leon (wanting to forget about...everything) hang out and eventually wind up back in the Gym. Wildly uncomfortable with being in front of yet another corpse, Leon starts to bag the strawberry blondes body before roping Yasuhiro in to help. Hiro leaves him to mop up the blood, stating that the prolonged exposure and smell is making him feel sick. Leon is left with his thoughts, staring at a bloody mop and wondering if he should've refused to participate in the killing game like 'Junko' did. Kyoko later tells him she'd like to be present at each clean up and would appreciate it if he didn't start one without first notifying her.

Sakura starts cleaning after Leon's body is crudely released from the pole and most students file out of the batting cage room. Mondo, attempting to uphold his manly appearance, helps her. Kyoko and Chihiro watch from a distance. Mondo questions how Leon could have such little self-control, attacking a (semi-)helpless girl like that. Sakura replies, saying that he was probably caught up in the moment.

Makoto dreads going back to his room and sits in the dining hall for a while before deciding that he should face his problems head on. He's a tiny bit relieved to find Kyoko and Hifumi waiting outside his door, offering to clean the crime scene in his bathroom. Makoto sits in his bedroom and waits, Hifumi does most of the actual cleaning (preferring to do anything than confront "what's left of beautiful Miss Maizono..."), and Kyoko carefully removes/cleans the murder weapon before bagging her body. The boys carry the bag to the gym for pickup and bid her one final farewell. That night, Makoto finds it almost impossible to fall asleep.

When Kyoko gives the okay, Sakura and Hifumi start clean up on Chihiro. Early on, Mondo forcibly replaces Hifumi, saying that he's "givin' me the creeps" and deems him unfit to properly handle the scene. Kiyotaka and Asahina stick around to give their partners (bro, for Taka) moral support but instead sit together and grieve. Despite her secret already being exposed, Mondo tries his best to give Chihiro respect by handling her fragile figure delicately, placing it gently in the body bag and fixing her outfit as best he could before zipping up the bag. Sakura notices Mondo's uneasiness and offers to take her down to the Gym herself. He reluctantly agrees.

There's nothing to clean up after Mondo's execution. Everyone horrified but extremely confused, unsure where he...went? Kiyotaka is crying his eyes out, unable to cope with his partners loss. Asahina (with Sakura standing nearby) attempts to calm him down while the other students check out the butter machine thing. Kyoko picks up the tub of butter and reads it's ingredients thoroughly, disgusted with her and her classmates situation. She hands it off to Byakuya, who reads it and unceremoniously tosses it to Yasuhiro, who either: a. freaks out and drops it, spilling all of it's contents, and it just. Being there for the rest of the time (funny but in a fucked up way) or b. is creeped out and gives it to Hina, who - with Taka - stores it in the kitchens fridge. Kiyotaka needs to be pulled away from the execution stage in the former and regularly checks up on 'Mondo' in the latter.

Other things that I can't properly hash out at the moment:

Celestia doing the bare minimum to help clean up after Hifumi (something minor like picking up and wiping his glasses), showing the smallest, tiniest bit of affection and possible remorse for killing someone who was nothing but good to her. Maybe scolding him under his breath for revealing her real name.

I want a scenario for Kiyotaka's cleanup but I feel like nobody would care??? That's probably just me being spiteful that the game yada yada'd his death but I seriously don't think anyone outside maybe Sakura, Asahina, maybe Makoto, and Hagakure would help. And I don't even think the last dude would even want to, it would just be because he was roped in to help. I hate reusing Sakura and Aoi for for the Chishimondo group but in my mind they're seriously the only ones that give a damn about them (outside of Leon)

There could be a clean up for Celestia, but I don't know who would step up to do it. It would actually be pretty easy clean up wise since there'd probably be less blood than other deaths. Sort of same problem as Kiyotaka, as Hifumi isn't there to care :(

On a realistic note, I don't think anyone would be able to move Sakura's body, she looks quite heavy. They wouldn't want to keep her there in that room, but I'm not sure how they'd go about it. Also I don't know if Hina would have the guts to help? She's a real peach but cleaning up your partners suicide sounds like an emotionally draining and impossible task.

Mukuro's body gets put into a body bag...again. Kyoko investigates it long and hard before the boys carry her away. The group actually has a pretty damn hard time with this one because her body is in such a gruesome state after the explosion. :( Toko could've helped since there was no blood on the body, but because of the explosion she was in no shape to help carry bodies down multiple flights of stairs.

Since this clean up thing is one of the few changes to canon in this au, the morgue freezer room still exists and has each student in a slot.

I don't think Junko would have a cleanup, but idk maybe if you want to get emotional/melancholy they could wipe up her blood for the last time out of like ermm weird classmate affection idk

I CAN'T THINK RN SO THIS IS ALL I HAVE i'll probably rb with more or add it on later idk. Would love to hear what others think would happen 😗✌️

I would love to do this for SDR2 but with the entire thing being a simulation I think it wouldn't make sense for dead bodies to remain (DRV3 has a similar problem I think? I didn't finish it yet but have been spoiled about what's really going on). Idc I'd still love to hear things for those characters, it's fun to imagine!

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[ironlvngs]

continued from THIS THREAD. @morrisxn02

Aren’t you a little too young to be questioning other people’s fun? If he were a little more sober, that question would have plummeted him into a contemplative spiral about how he had to mature too soon and how his parents’ overbearing presence never let him enjoy his youth like he was supposed to. But lucky for him, that wasn’t the case. Lucky for him, he could allow himself the luxury of being a twenty-year-old for a night. So, he just took the jab. Conceded. Lincoln was right, after all… Maybe he was a little too young to be questioning other people’s fun.

The grin that colors his face briefly is not devoid of malice. Crawford took the bait. “Me? Staring?!” His brows furrowed in genuine confusion, eyes blinking rapidly in utter unawareness. “What are you talking about?” He ran his tongue over his lips before they touched the joint again. Edward took a prolonged, dramatic drag before blowing a puff of smoke just a few inches away from Crawford’s face. Eyes still fixated on theirs like they had been for the last minute. Like they had been during his kiss with Anna.

His body was finally starting to loosen up, his mind finally starting to detach. His arms supported his weight against the wall as he took another drag off the joint before passing it back to Crawford. “By the way, Anna and I just casually see each other, you know? Nothing serious. No need to get jealous.” Edward’s gaze abandoned Crawford’s eyes for the briefest of moments to meet their lips. One. Two. Back to the cool green glow of their hues. “Now, want to tell me why you were staring at me the way you were?” In his voice, there’s a hit of desire. As his body relaxed further and further, so did his inhibitions. So did his willpower to hold himself back.

the first instinct link normally would have is to deny it, try to play it off like eddie wanted him more than link did — even if it wasn't true. one of his favorite things to do is to make people question and doubt themselves in that way. basics of flirting in your early twenties, right ? but link actually wanting eddie up against a wall or not was irrelevant — and true. what was relevant was the fact that he needed to find the best way to keep eddie on his side, for him to ensure that that morrison power was backing him up yet again. if it meant letting eddie know that link wanted him, then he's willing to bat his eyelashes a little longer at him. after all, was he not doing the same thing ? it was a strategy so obvious, for an elite that had that big of an ego and that much pride. for someone so "straight", link was both proud and flattered that that illusion he'd built had crumbled quickly the moment he began to chip away at it.

" and what if i told you that i am ? " the question comes with unbreakable eye contact, and have they gotten closer to each other ? he couldn't tell. link just didn't see a point in beating around the bush anymore. cara kept creeping up at the back of his mind... but so far, he hasn't done anything he can't deny at this point. harmless flirting, nothing more than harmless flirting.

well, maybe now was the time to bring out his buffer.

" i was wondering why anna looked like she was such a terrible kisser. " they say casually, as they take a drag from the joint again. " — but i had another random thought, when i saw you again. isn't it such a shame that you and i never really put in the effort to really talk before this ? i mean, i was close to cara... " choosing his words carefully, as he had no idea if he knew of their history. " — and greer, obviously. i mean, i had to hear things like you working an internship with your dad from her. " he scoffs, shrugging as though it was the most casual way to bring about this topic. " — by the way, i found that a bit odd. a lit major seems quite far from the world of business and finance. " he keeps watching him, waiting to see any reaction in his face.

#𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 † this link is dead #eddie #event — rave #cw: drug use

[diddle-riddle]

Loving Shadows

[Or, I wanted to make Edward a legit Sphinx again in an AU of mine] . . .

Lord Bruce Wayne frowned, perplexed.

What was his beloved winged cat doing with... this?

Eddie opted for his favorite form, half-way through human and Sphinx hybrid: a pair of strong ginger wings reminiscent of an akepa's on his back, fluffy cat ears on top of his silky hair and an equally pumpkin orange tail that prolonged his spine.

He maintained human limbs for the rest, these are often more practical than when his appearance involves feline paws in place of legs and arms. The Sphinx controlled his transformation enough to look fully human when he needs to, including retracting the massive wings to go unnoticed whenever he ventures into cities to blend in among the mass.

When he was home however, he wouldn't think of concealing the featherly appendage.

When he was home with his allies.

Allies that never implied... this.

The Vampire perched on the edge of the leather couch in that living room to watch his friend (boyfriend? Ed and Bruce nurture a rocky relationship for centuries, they still haven't found a correct label to categorize their bond) being all joyous and enthusiastic, whilst he assembled a complex puzzle with the... creature settled on a cushion facing him.

An unusual, terrifying creature.

Edward had sat on the huge carpet covering the old wooden flooring, where he disposed a nest of fluffy pillows all around his frame. This is habitual in itself: his cat reflexes seek for soft, mellow surfaces to knead and take quality naps after his throat released intense, vibrating purrs.

Bruce will never stop finding everything about his acolyte plainly adorable.

Over the year, Wayne Manor hosts various fellow 'monsters' as humans renamed them. Almost like an hotel though this had never been the gothic residence's official title or function. The alive mansion simply... opens its gates to those who travel in the area and could use benefitting from a safe place to stay. Like... well yes, like an hotel.

At present they were just the two of them plus Alfred, the Fae attached to Wayne property. The house is protected by repulsive charms to hide from humans on top of being rooted at a fringe location surrounded by a private forest. Dick and Barbara, a lovely couple of Sirens who took holidays on the shore, left last week, after promising to return soon: they enjoyed their time in Gotham and in the Manor. Bruce and Ed loved them, they bonded with the Sirens and Eddie had a great time playing tour guide at their demand.

Hence... no client in their 'hotel' today.

Just Bruce, Alfred somewhere in the alive household, Edward and... that small blonde thing.

The little girl gasped when she suddenly noticed the Vampire, crouched motionless like an ancient gargoyle on the armrest. He stared at her with piercing metallic blue eyes, inside which permanently shone a red, ruby-colored sparkle.

"How long since you've been there?" She inquired, her own Caribbean blue eyes opened wide.

Bruce detected curiosity only in her gaze and within her whole attitude. Not an ounce of fear.

That's... not ordinary, to say the least.

"Don't mind him, being quiet and sneaking up on people is Bruce's guilty pleasure for over seven centuries," the Sphinx jested in a complicit manner. "He still thinks it's funny."

"It is funny," the Vampire declared in a laconic tone of voice.

"Brucie, let me introduce Stephanie Brown!" Eddie went on, grinning smugly, what discovered all his sharp white teeth. "Stephie, this is Bruce Wayne. The owner of the place."

"Nice meeting you, sir!" The kid smirked as well, what appeared almost... cute.

How old could she be? Five? Six? Bruce had never been good with kids, even less human ones. Either ways she seems to rely on a bright cleverness, maybe she was a bit ahead of her age.

That still didn't explain why Edward brought an alive human to Bruce's property. Had the Sphinx lost his mind?!

"Eddie," the Bat blamed him right away. "We need to talk."

Bruce had a feeling today will be a long day. ...................

Love it so far? Read the full story (it’s a 2k work divided in three short chapters, what you read there being the first chapter of the fic) here: Loving Shadows Don’t forget kudos and / or comments if you liked! Sending ya love & good vibes, thank you for reading ;)

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[xav-ierr]

BULGE

"Back up a bit atleast"

"Nah. I'm considering kissing you. I'll admit, your lips look juicy"

He blushes and looks away."..I want you...I want you to touch me, to make me feel something."

"No. We're on a sex diet. Remember? We have to hold back. And you mister, are definitely not holding back."

"I know I said we should take a break but I didnt expect it to prolong this far. How are you okay with this?"

[In the theater, the two are full time whispering]

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Bold: Sachiro

Not bold: Korai

The team had agreed to meet at a movie theater and watch the latest movie. Everyone agreed to the idea, all except for Sachiro. He didn't budge when Korai asked, he blatantly said no. Reason being that he thought that Korai was going to try to do something as the two had given sex and sexual activity a rest. Which actually affected Sachiro than it did Korai.

Korai on the other hand, is not so happy. He actually wanted to do more activities, but he was denied, and he respected that. He felt upset, and a bit of hurt by it, but he would rather not show him, so he decided to give him something like a test or punishment.

Not only that, but he knew that Sachiro was sexually frustrated but didn't want to appear as the horny one, how prideful of him, that bastard. Korai was sick and tired of that act because in their relationship, Sachiro was the one always requesting for sex even more than Korai did.

Sachiro's sexual frustration was a huge advantage to Korai. He didn't need to do anything because he knew that his boyfriend would try to help himself at first, when it doesn't work out, he would go begging to him. Or he would suggest sexual activity by touch him and bothering him.

After a while of begging the man, he finally agrees. Now it was Korai's time to shine. When the two arrive there, the team had already. The two were casually talking about whether it'd be better to fuck in a car or in a public restroom. They were also making fun of straight couples. The two were a very odd couple if anything, they have had their sum of weird stares when they laughed at the stupidest things.

An example being, seeing a pregnant woman in a store with her partner. Korai would look at Sachiro laughing and Sachiro would mutter

"Everybody knows, everybody knows, they fucked her".

And when the couple looks at the two, they would break down laughing and "apologize". Now that everyone was there, they all buy snacks and head on into the movie. They went to the very back and Sachiro decides to sit on the sext right next to the wall. Korai sits next to him and others sit in front of them and others at the back.

Under all that clothing, Sachiro was hiding a fresh boner, from when he and Korai were making fun of moans. He actually got turned on because, well...Korai did it so well. Was he really that good? I guess so.

He just looked forward and obviously expected Korai to at least touch or tease him or something, he was not that good at inciting the idealism of having sex, so he just waited for Korai to do it

He just looked forward and obviously expected Korai to at least touch or tease him or something, he was not that good at inciting the idealism of having sex, so he just waited for Korai to do it. It's not like he did it deliberately, no, of course not. It's just that he would never have the balls for that.

He was shocked to see Korai doing nothing. From time to time, he was whispering to the team, and they would all silently chuckle. He felt...weird...left out, perhaps. Especially because Korai was ignoring him. Korai then suddenly bats his eyes at him. He blushes and Korai cutely chuckles and looks at the big screen The man shifts around on the chair, he was trying to adjust his dick in his boxers.

"Fuck" Sachiro curses under his breath. It was twitching so bad it hurt. He then palmed it for a while and was restraining any odd sound from coming out. Korai notices and he leans into Sachiro's ear.

"What a bulge you got there dude, what are you doing there? You seem pretty busy. Does it feel good?" He asked, acting oblivious. Sachiro removed his hand from there, and he looked at Korai with desperate eyes. He looked away, and he knew himself, palming his clothed dick was not helping. He wanted Korai to at least do something, but his pride was screaming for him not to do it. Likewise, he looks at Korai who has an evil grin plastered on his face. "How could he act so oblivious to my situation at a time like this?" Sachiro questions. He curses under his breath and starts to get kissed.

"No... It doesn't feel good. Not at all. Korai... Please..." He whispers.

Korai was slowly getting turned on.

"No. And please what babe?" he whispers back.

Sachiro shifts around more and he tries adjusting. He was failing, so miserably, it made korai's heart feel heavy. He looked kind of cute too. His eyes looked cloudy, and he was just trying to get comfortable.

"You know what I want" he retorts and blushes even more. The two literally went to the same junior high,, so he knew exactly what he wanted. He moves closer to Sachiro and now their noses were brushing on each other.

" I don't, I'm not a mind reader. I'm gonna need you to get vocal, big boy. What the hell do you want?" He teases seductively. Sachiro was currently looking for a hill to die on. "Are you fucking serious?" "Serious as hell, now start talking pretty boy."

He was getting tired of this. He was getting more frustrated. Furthermore, he wanted to fuck Korai so bad. Not only that, but he wanted to see his partner enjoying every moment, but now thing is, he'd have to kill his pride. He took a silent deep breath in and out. Korai's face was still close.

"Back up a bit atleast"

"Nah. I'm considering kissing you. I'll admit, your lips look juicy"

He blushes and looks away."..I want you...I want you to touch me, to make me feel something."

"No. We're on a sex diet. Remember? We have to hold back. And you mister, are definitely not holding back."

"I know I said we should take a break but I didnt expect it to prolong this far. How are you okay with this?"

"Because I have sex so much with you, when we don't, I'm satisfied to the brim. You're just a horny bastard."

Korai then trails his hand down to Sachiro's pants, and he knuckles his belt and pulls the zipper down. He pulled on Sachiro's boxers. His dick came springing out and his hit Korai's hand. He thought that his boyfriend had finally forgotten about their deal and was about to touch him. That's when he felt Korai give him a soft peck on the cheek. He then moves away and looks straightforward at the movie.

"Are you kidding me"

"Was just giving you more room to jerk off. You looked uncomfortable. I'm so caring, aren't I?"

He whines with his untouched boner. He really wanted Korai to touch him. Likewise, he started begging and Korai still said no. He was tired of this. So Sachiro grabs Korais hand, and he rests it on his dick. He was there, but it wasn't doing anything. So, he put his hand over it and slowly massaged his shaft. He rang Korai's thumb across his tip and he jolted in pleasure.

The owner of the hand was blushing profusely. His boyfriend's cock was huge. His dick was big, but this one...wow. He still didn't understand how it all fit inside him. He looked at him once again, and Sachiro was trying so hard not to moan out loud. He couldn't take it anymore.

That's when Korai finally broke. He squeezed the head of Sachiro's dick, and so he started squirming. The people in front of them, some members of their team, turns their body and looks at the two. He could only see their faces.

"Why the hell's Sachiro shifting around a lot? Dude, you're making noise."

" I don't think it's him," He checks his phone to see that the weather forecast predicted rain." it might rain pussies and bitches right now, dude. It's the weird, loud forecast outside"

It had started to rain, and the rain had a calming effect in the place.it was also starting to get cold, so the a.c.'s were lit. Korai finally let go of his tip and the teammate sat down.

"You bastard, you're the one who set up this sex restrain bullshit, but you can't even handle it."

"...sorry"

"You better be, you dumbass."

And so Korai gets up, and he immediately gets questioned by their friends.

"The hell are you going?" Habuka questions.

"Gonna go get more snacks. Sachiro's coming with me." And Sachiro shoves his dick back into his pants, and he gets up ad follows Korai out.

In the: we volley YOUR "balls"Groupchat

{Giant mofoHabuka: I dont give a fuck. Those two are going to go fuck.

{Sexy eyed bitch}Bessho: what makes you assume that dude?

{Blonde Bitch Bridget} Izuru: The two walked out in a fast manner. It just screamed fruity.

{Aye-aye Captain} Suwa:..major sus. And yall denied when I said the second year's are continuously horny.

{Sweet_ass} Liam: off topic. But those two have been acting mad sus since we got here, as if Sachiro regretted something and Korai was punishing him for it.

{Kanb-ahhh!~yashi} kanbayashi:yeah Sachiro looked messed up bro it was a whole thing here. And fact being that the two kept on sharing glances and whispers. Now they're gone.

{Isahoe} Isao: He was blushing. Seemed fruity. And...that bulge..shit dude. Biggest one I've ever seen.

{Blonde Bitch Bridget} Izuru: see Suwa! I wasn't the only one remarking how huge his bulge is!!!

{Sexy eyed bitch}Bessho: I mean... Sachiro is kinda large in that department..

{Kanb-ahhh!~yashi} kanbayashi: I will admit. Susan, come on dude, you've seen it too. I'm just wondering how Korai could cope with such a thing.

{Aye-aye Captain } Suwa: The two arent even having sex. What could they know about sex?

The team then chuckle silently among them because they had also sent the two to get their orders.

Instead of getting the items immediately, the two were currently in the fancy toilet stalls, which were spacious. Korai was currently making out with Sachiro, and was sitting right in his crotch, so he could feel everything. His dick had made a large tent, and he couldn't hide it anymore. He was unable to go outside like this, he'd look like an idiot.

Korai was slowly grinding and Sachiro let out some muffled grunts. He then broke the kiss and he says;

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to. I was going to come here and fix it myself anyway."

Korai shot him a dirty look and fumbles with Sachiro's belt. He gets it undone, and then he looks at his boner, and he looks back at Sachiro.

"Shut up asshole, I want this. You don't know how bad I wanted something sexual to happen. I just wanted you to admit it first. Thankfully, you admitted everything perfectly, even how horny and desperate you are for my touch. It makes my boner twitch in satisfaction." He openly admitted, and Sachiro felt embarrassed. It was true, he absolutely loved it when Korai touched him.

Sachiro then looks at him and grimaced. "Don't act like I wanted pleasure alone. I've seen how damn horny you are around me. I want this as much as you do. Don't act like you weren't staring at my dick in the theater. You pervert."

The two chuckle and then Korai gets off Sachiro, and goes on his knees. He licks a stripe on his boyfriends cock, and he teased the tip before taking it all in his mouth. He sucked at a rapid speed, and Sachiro was enjoying every last moment of it. After a while of such pleasuring, Sachiro groaned and pushed Korai's head further down to deep throat. It was so ironic how Korai was able to deep throat. Korai took the long and thick shaft down his throat and didn't gag once. Sachiro made him to face up for a moment and simply complemented;

"You're so pretty"

Korai blushes and looks away, continuing to deep throat his boyfriend. He felt weird. After a few, Sachiro made him aware that he was going to cum, and Korai took the whole thing down his throat when his boyfriend climaxed. He tried his best to swallow all of it. He then takes it out of his mouth and he licks the sides of his fun stained lips. It wasn't the best taste in the world, but swallowing felt nice. It kinda lubricated his throat. The acid from the soda was getting to him anyway. So, this was probably a unusual intermix.

Korai looked at Sachiro straight in the eye as he swallowed, and Sachiro blushes. He may or may not be embarrassed. After licking his lips, he gets up, and he pulls his pants down.

"Well Mr. Hirugami...because we're now having sex again... I wanna ride you. I wanna ride you so damn good, your soul gets sucked out from your dick."

"Are you sure you want this here?"

"I don't give a damn. As long as this thick and long wonder wrecks me. Just relax and I'll pleasure you and your haywire libido. You perv"

Sachiro lets a small smile slip and Korai sits on his lap. He quickly moved forward and now his boyfriends cock was in between his ass cheeks. Sachiro confidently pulls him up And kisses him. Korai eyes the cock a bit and freezes a bit... Was that really going to go inside him?

Korai was sloppily kissing back until he felt something go inside him. He broke the kiss and moaned into Sachiro's shoulder. That was all so sudden. "Nghh!~Sa-Sachiro". His legs were shaking and he looks at Sachiro.

"Come on, Korai~ you can't be weak already! The tip is only in. Wait for the full length".

"The tip?! I'm not used to feeling his way from just your tip." He was so confused. His cock was huge, but he didn't expect this. He felt like a virgin all over again. "Must be feeling like a damn virgin" Sachiro cockily jokes. After a moment of deep breaths, Korai shifted himself down, and he clenched onto Sachiro's hair. He finally managed to get the dick fully in with the help of Sachiro. He was quick to move up and down, he took a brief moment to adjust.

Not only that, but he started moaning really loud and Sachiro made him aware that they were still in a public place, so he needed to muffle his moans completely. He put his hands over his mouth while his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He was feeling so good. Was it like this to finally have your wants to be deprived. The two would never do it again, but it felt wonderful to finally have sex.

Korai looks him right in the eyes, and he moved in closer and kissed Korai. The two were basically having a fight for dominance and none of them were backing down, Sachiro then gets up and holds Korai's ass while he's still inside him to avoid falling. He then penetrated deeper in him and lifted the toilet seat with his foot.

Korai then pulls Sachiro's hair, causing him to moan and lose the dominance he was fighting for, and Korai happily took over the kiss. Everything felt so lewd. Sachiro was giving Korai the best time of his life and suddenly, broke the kiss and said;

"Babe...your mmmhmm~ phone is vibrating. Sachiro pulls it out and gives it to Korai, and he continues fucking him. Korai opens it and it was a message. Before the two went to the toilet, they went to the line and jokingly, asked two girls, from their school who looked around their age to keep the line for them and exchanged numbers. One of them was Todoh and the either being Kaya.

Text From Todoh

[Hi! :) it's me, Todoh. And I just wanted to tell you that the line is moving and Korai wasn't answering his phone so Kaya suggested me to text you! Hurry up, wherever you two are! ;)]

Korai blushes at this and he tells Sachiro.

"You're in luck, im about to cum right now~"

With that, Sachiro thrusted in a few times, pulled out a came in the toilet. He put Korai down and noticed that he was fussing around.

"Got an issue?"

Korai points at his erect and says;

"I can't go around this boner everywhere, I'll look like an idiot with this."

Sachiro sighs and turns him to the toilet and grabs a hold of his dick. He then starts jacking him off at a really fast pace. Korai was even squirming around. He was moaning and pants and cursing out loud. After a while, he came buckets and stripes of cum. He kisses Sachiro and gets help dressing. The two felt...good.

They wash their hands and run to the line. There were only two people in front of the girls so they got in front of them. The girl's were not dense, they knew that the two were in a relationship and were questioning them. As they ere doing so, Liam and Suwa appeared in front of them.

"What's taking so long dude?what the hell"

Liam questions.

"The line was long. Now now sweet ass, be patient, Please." And Sachiro chuckles along with Korai.

"No way dude, we've been waiting for like 30-45 minutes now." Suwa complains.

Korai then thinks.

Liam is lonely, and single... And one of these girls are trying to date...soo..

"Hey Kaya, this is Liam. Liam, Kaya. Kaya,Liam. He thinks you're fucking hot and wants to talk to you in that corner, alone..in private."

Liam looks at him with a blush on his face and tries saying,"Huh?! I didn't-" but then gets cut off by Kaya.

"Uh, sure!"

Liam blushes and Kaya moves closer to him,smiling and reaches her hand out to him. He grabs her hand softly, blushing and as Kaya pulls then to the corner, He looks at Korai and murmurs,

"I'm gonna fuck you up later."

Korai rolls his eyes,obviously knowing that he wasn't going to get his shit rocked. Suwa just tells them to be quick. "Izuru is giving us sex talk in the group, so please hurry."

After a while,it was their turn. They bought everything answer back to the movie. They give their friends the food and finish off the movie. Habuka looked at them and blushes a few times.

He went to the toilet mid-movie and he heard...Everything.

Liam was still gone.

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After the movie they went outside and waited for Liam, who came out with Kaya. The two hugged and they went their seperate ways.

He walked over to the group and everyone was making weird teasing noises and comments.

"Oh wow!~ would you look at that. Liam's finally got a girl. What, she sucked your dick too?" Izuru teased.

"Yes actually. She gave me head. And her number. Along with her adress."

Everyone went silent and looked at eachother.

"Dude when did you two even meet?" Bessho questions

"They met Today dude." Suwa says obviously disappointed.

They all break down into laughter. All except for Gao.

" Habuka, you feeling okay dude?"

"Yeah..never been better man." He says smiling. He was obviously lying. Korai gives him a blank stare and he laughs.

Sachiro and Korai agreed never to make sex restraint deals.

Note: if there are mistakes I'm sorry :(

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