#Little Bent-wing Bat

[loveisinthebat]

Loaf Bat

[supermarketbae]

You Can Take It

a/n:Anddd she’s back from the dead. idk what possessed me, but here we are. It has come to my attention that not a lot of Billy fics have him putting you in a full nelson… and that to me is a tragedy. Enjoy my little bat wings

Warnings: p in v smut, choking, degradation, mean!Billy, manhandling, overstimulation, bulge/size kink, squirting.

summary: When Billy comes back from the gym asking to burn just a few more calories, who are you to say no…

Billy comes home from the gym droning on about how some “bozo” had broken a machine that was vital to his workouts. As he fluffs some of his hair, he oh so innocently asks you if you could help him ‘finish up’ and burn the rest of some calories at home. Shrugging, you agree simply thinking you were going to use a few free weights that you had lying around. 

Oh how wrong you were.

Unknowingly, you had just signed up for the workout of your life, just not in the way you thought… It wasn’t as if you were complaining, however, one very long hour and five very flustering orgasms later?  Maybe you were, just a bit.

Currently bent into doggy style, When Billy’s strong hands grip at your waist tightly, you can’t help but to wiggle your hips away from

the onslaught of pleasure, as your boyfriend, yet again, quickens the pace of his brutal thrusts. Crawling weakly, you reach the rickety headboard, which was banging against the wall in time to the way Billy was roughly rocking into your soaked cunt. Billy tsks as your shaky form distances from him.

“Where are you going baby?” He says feigning pity, you let out a soft whine at his tone. “I- ‘s too much— y’too big.” you pant incoherently. Oh and Billy knows. He knows how cruel he’s being to you, not giving you a moments break before giving you orgasm after orgasm. But a part of him lives to see when your brow furrows, and your arch deepens, and you let out unrestrained, filthy, noises that go straight to his dick as he plows into you, not caring about your eventual slurred pleas for mercy. 

Billy truly didn’t give a fuck. 

So when he just pulls you back towards him, all you do is let out a bitten whimper, knowing that your not getting out of this unless Billy completely breaks you. And deep down you wanted him to.  “Billy I can’t— I can’t cum anymore.” You achingly moan as Billy rubs the leaky mushroom tip of his cock against your hole teasingly. “Stop runnin’ from my dick sweetheart.” Is all Billy tuts before you mewl at the feeling of his girth splitting you apart once more. 

“So much better than motherfuckin’ cardio.” Billy mutters as he traces a finger down your spine. “Billy pleaseee- hahh!” you can barely form words from how much your trembling and Billy just smirks at how fucked out you are. “Already told you darlin’—“ he cuts himself off to loom over you, whispering hotly in your ear. “ I’m not fucking done with you yet.” And when his long skilled fingers snake down to play with your sensitive clit, you truly really truly can’t stop yourself from scrambling away and collapsing in on yourself shakily. 

It just felt too fucking good. And you were way too fucking sensitive.

You open your mouth to purr out a small apology, but you never get to it. Suddenly your being hoisted into the air as Billy’s muscular arms come up to hold the underside of your plush thighs as he puts you into a vulgar full nelson. “Didn’t I tell you not to run?” Billy hisses rhetorically, as he begins to rut into you again. Your eyes squeeze shut, he felt so much deeper like this. Billy chuckled as he watches your mouth gape open into an ‘o’ but swiftly groans as he feels your pussy clamp down on him harder.

“Guess I gotta put you in a position where you can’t run.” Billy snarks placing a biting kiss to your exposed neck. Your lower lip wobbles oh so cutely as you weakly paw at Billy’s flexed biceps, trying to hold onto your sanity. “Oh my God— I- feels so good!” Is all you can squeak out. “Thought you said you couldn’t take it doll?” Billy says but he quickly lets out a drawn out moan of his own as the sounds of your debauched heat reach his ears. 

“More!” you stammer out needy and Billy rolls his eyes at your indecisiveness. “Can’t even make up your mind sweetheart.” He murmurs to you. You let out a sharp gasp as his grip on you loosen as one of his hands comes up to grip your throat. 

You keen at the pressure but a small thought persists even in your hazy state. “You’re gonna- mmfh-drop me!” you hiccup worriedly, nails digging into Billy’s arm, no doubt leaving crescent moon shaped marks that he’ll stare longingly at later. Billy merely shakes his head, curls tickling your nape as he continues to lick and nibble on your blushed skin. “ ‘would never.” He breathes huskily. “Gotta be nice to my pocket pussy if I want her to last huh?” 

Something inside of you lurches and tightens as he degrades you, and all you can think about is how close you are to cumming. “gonna cum Billy.” you warn, breath hitching, and he licks his canines at your simple sentence, slowing the speed of his canting hips, but making the thrusts hit deeper and harder. Your mouth falls open for the nth time of the night and his hand that is around your throat slides down to your belly. “Need you to know how fucking deep I am in you before you do that.” Billy hums gutturally, completely and utterly depraved for your cute messy cunt. 

He presses two fingers high in your tummy to where the tip of his cock is nestled in you. He was being so mean. “Please-ah- Please I’m so close!” you pout, eyes welling up as the throb in your core got more intense— nearly unbearable. “Go ahead, make a mess on this dick.” Billy coos as your eyes roll back instinctively and you cry out, hips bucking, as you squirt on Billy’s thick length. “Billy- BillyBillyBillyBilly!” You chant his name, a broken mantra that matched the no where near eloquent state your brain was in. 

You’re hyper aware of how your swiftly tossed back on the bed as Billy cages around you. “Keep fucking talking, I’m cumming in you for every time you say my name.”

[wishesunderthestars]

Halloween Project // Snippet

Pairings: Vampire!Yoongi x Witch!Reader x Vampire!Jungkook

Summary: During the worst storm you have witnessed in your life, a bat crashes on your window. When you bring it inside your cottage to take care of it, you realize it isn't simply a bat but a baby vampire. Your past has come back to haunt you because Jungkook's sire is no one else but Min Yoongi, who you had left behind when you disappeared five years ago.

Genre: fluff, angst

Outside, the world was dark and ominous. Trees lurched and bent under the force of the wind, its strength was enough to uproot some smaller and more frail ones. The rain bounced off your cloak and thunder boomed overhead. You shielded your lantern underneath your cloak and, with your boots sinking into the wet earth, moved carefully towards where you had heard the sound. At first, you didn't see it in the darkness but when your eyes adjusted, you noticed the outline of the crumbled figure underneath the window.

The creature was small and it was shivering, probably both by the cold and the fear of the storm. You approached slowly, trying to seem non-threatening. It was a small bat, one of its wings bent at a weird angle and the other hiding its face.

"Hello, little guy," you said, sending some of your energy to the bat to sooth it. The wind swept your voice away but you still tried. "I'm going to have to pick you up and take you inside. You can't stay out here in the storm."

With a short incantation, you enchanted the lantern to float in place and slid one hand underneath the bat's small form, covering it gently with your other hand. It struggled a little but settled soon. By touch, you understood two things. It wasn't a normal bat but, in your hands, you held a vampire. And it was a very young one.

"I'm going to take care of you," you promised, cradling the vampire close to your chest. "You don't have to be afraid."

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The story is going to be around 20-25k words and divided in three chapters. Originally, the plan was for it to be finished by the end of October and be posted as an one-shot but that wasn't possible unfortunately. Let me know how it sounds!! I would love some feedback 🧡🧡🧡

[thatacotargirl]

Hiii, I saw your posts about taking requests! (loving Shadows and Surprises btw 👏)

How about a nice fluffy one-shot (take your pick of the bat-boys 😊) where reader wakes up on her cycle with bloody sheets and bad cramps, and she starts apologising about the sheets but she's in a lot of pain, but he immediately takes care of her and pampers her (changes sheets, runs her a bath, gives tea and chocolate, lots of cuddles and kisses, etc)

Ahhh I love this, it's so cute! Thank you so much for the request - I hope enjoy!

Inbox is open for requests so please do send any through!

Warnings: blood, vomit, general pain (?)

To the Ends of the Earth

A Cassian x Reader Imagine

It had been a few months since Rhysand had introduced you to his Inner Circle. What started off as a small part-time job working on his accounts and book-keeping turned into a full-time lifestyle. After the first 2 weeks of proving yourself invaluable to him and his Court, Rhys invited you to move into the House of Wind and work alongside him full-time. Your tiny studio apartment with mould, rats, and goodness knows what else inside the walls was not the most luxurious of lifestyles, and you had already grown so attached to the rest of the Inner Circle that you jumped at the opportunity. It also helped that you had developed a teeny tiny crush on the delicious male that was Cassian, so living in the same home as him made life just that little bit sweeter.

Life had, truthfully, never been better.

Yet today, you felt sluggish. Tired. Frustrated. And what made it worse was that you had no reason to feel that way. You had slept well, eaten well, trained that morning - you should be at the peak of your health. But today was finding every possible way to challenge you. After confusing an 8 for a 3 for the third time that afternoon, you threw your pen across the study in complete exasperation. What was going on!

At that moment, the study door cracked on a touch, and the familiar scent of Cassian wafted in.

"Are you ok in here y/n? I heard a bang?". A bang was an understatement considering you had chucked a gigantic book on the floor in your frustration that near shook the House.

"Yes I am fine" you replied through gritted teeth, refusing to turn and look at him. You had tears in your eyes for reasons you could not explain, and you didn't want him to see you like that. Why on earth were you now crying over a 3?!

Cassian walked over to you and gently held your chin, pulling your face to look at him. You breathed in his scent, feeling an instant calm, and took a deep breath. When your eyes met his, Cassian looked at you with concern.

"You look exhausted, y/n, have you been sleeping?" he asked.

"Yes, Cassian, I have been sleeping - I think I'm just having a bad day that's all" you replied, a little too harshly, pulling your eyes away from his so he couldn't see the tears re-forming in response to his gentle worrying. You response made Cassian's concern grow, so he bent down, scooped you off the chair, and carried you out of the study.

"CASSIAN PUT ME DOWN" you shouted, smacking at his shoulders, mindful to avoid his wings.

"Not a chance. You look like you need to sleep, and considering you nearly bit my head off when I asked, I am insisting that you at least humour me with a one hour nap" he retorted, carrying you up the stairs to the second floor. You noticed that you passed your own bedroom door, and had been walked straight into Cassian's. He put you down on his bed and walked over to draw his curtains. You started to protest, but you couldn't deny that his bed was particularly comfy, and his scent had such a calming effect on you that your lids were already getting heavy.

"Sleep", Cassian said, pulling the duvet up to your chin. "I will wake you in an hour".

You wanted to argue back, but you hadn't truly realised how tired you were, and with the warmth, the scent, the darkness, the quiet, you found yourself quickly drifting off for your Cassian-prescribed nap.

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The door creaked open exactly one hour late, and Cassian froze. He couldn't sense a threat, couldn't see anyone in his room besides you still curled up asleep in his bed, but he could scent blood. He padded over to you, concern lacing his voice as he gentle called your name and shook your shoulder to wake you.

"y/n? It's been an hour, are you ready to get up?" he asked, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed. You stirred and slowly leant up on your elbows, peering at him with half-asleep eyes. You opened your mouth to respond, but suddenly felt yourself hit with an intense stomach cramp and your mouth watered with nausea. You flew from the bed, pushing Cassian to the side as you headed straight for his bathroom. A few moments later and Cassian was beside you, holding your hair and rubbing your back.

When you had finished, he carefully leaned you back against the edge of the bathtub.

"Are you ok?" he asked, his face etched with worry.

"Better now I think", you replied, "I'm so sorry Cassian I don't know what came over me, maybe I ate something funny, I was feeling a bit off all day before you found me".

"So when I asked if you were ok earlier, you lied" he said, although the corners of his mouth tipped up into a small smile.

"Potentially" was all you could get out, before another wave of pain and nausea took over your body and you crawled back towards the toilet.

"I'm just going to head down and get you a glass of water, ok? Stay here" he ordered, before turning quickly on his heels and heading out.

After you had finished, Cassian still hadn't returned, so you decided to hoist yourself up and get back into his bed, feeling a bit better on the nausea side - although still having some stomach cramps. It was when you reached the side of the bed you had been sleeping on that you looked down and saw the large pool of blood covering the bed sheets. Gazing down, you realised it was not only covering the bed, but also covering you - bright red coating the entire inside seam of your pale blue leggings, almost down to your knees. You shook violently, panic and embarrassment taking over your entire body. You quickly threw Cassian's pillows on the floor and started to tear at the bedding, wanting to get it off and change it as quickly as you could before he could realise, but you had barely got half of the bed sheet off the giant bed before Cassian re-appeared in the doorway.

You turned to face him, a tray in his hands, and crumpled onto the floor. This is exactly what you needed today - the hot General that you have a major crush on has tried to do something nice for you and you have completely put your foot in it and destroyed his bed. Great. Just fab.

"Hey hey" Cassian quickly put the tray on his desk before dropping down to your level. "What's the matter?" he asked. You couldn't even get the words out between your sobs, gesturing blindly at the bed and yourself. You hid your face in your hands, utterly mortified.

Cassian's confusion was so evident that you dared to glance up at him. "Are you ok?" was all he asked. You nodded, then shook your head, then resumed sobbing. He pulled you into his chest and let you continue until your tears turned to small sniffs.

"I guessed when I opened the door" he said quietly, his hands stroking through your hair. "Your mad dash to the toilet was all the confirmation I needed - you almost sent me flying off the bed and, whilst I train you well, you're not normally that strong" he teased.

"I'm so sorry" was all you could get out, head still buried in his chest.

"Nonsense, what is there to be sorry about?" he asked.

"I ruined your bed".

Cassian laughed and helped you both stand up. "I quite literally cause people to bleed for a living. A bit on my bed is hardly cause for concern". He guided you over to the tray he had brought upstairs.

"So, I have got you some peppermint tea to help with the nausea, Rhys gave me a tonic he gives to Feyre to help with the pain - but he said Feyre always complains about how bad it tastes, so there's a lemon drop sweet for after just in case - and I stole a slice of Elain's chocolate cake that was in the fridge because I thought you might like that - oh and some cheese. I'm not sure why, but I thought you might want some, I always think cheese helps make any situation better, but maybe not if you've been sick..."

He was so excited as he showed you all the goodies he had found for you that your embarrassment fell away completely, even though you realised he must have announced your situation to the entire house downstairs. Before you could make any comment, he grasped your shoulders and walked you back to the bathroom, where the House had run you a lavender scented bath.

"Hop in the bath, freshen up, and you can enjoy the cake" he said, with a beam. He handed you a fresh set of pyjamas he had taken from your room and closed the door behind himself to give you some privacy.

After your soak, you changed and headed back into his bedroom. The sheets were fresh, with no sign of your incident, and Cassian was lounging on his side with a book in hand. You noticed that the book you had been reading, a smutty romance recommended by the House, was resting on the other pillow. Cassian must have grabbed it from your room when he got the pyjamas. He smiled at you when you came back and offered you a hand to climb onto the bed next to him.

"You are staying in here tonight, ok?" he said, "I don't want you to be alone and refuse help if you need it, especially since you were so stubborn earlier".

You laughed, quite happy to stay in Cassian's bed. He pulled the tray over to you both and offered you the peppermint tea and a fork for the chocolate cake.

"OH WAIT, take the tonic first!" he said, handing it to you. Feyre was right, it was disgusting. But, it did help the dull ache in your stomach, enough so that you were able to happily enjoy your slice of stolen chocolate cake. You made a mental note to apologise to Elain tomorrow.

After you were quite full and content, and had settled down to read for a while, you felt your eyes getting heavy again. Cassian noticed, and pulled you into him. You revelled in the comfort, enjoying every moment of it - you didn't think you'd ever get another chance to be this close to him and you certainly weren't going to pass it up.

"Sleep", he said "it'll help". He started to read aloud from his book, helping you to ease into a deep, deep sleep. One of the best sleeps of your life.

"Thank you, Cassian, for everything" you mumbled, eyes closed.

"You are welcome, y/n" he replied, pulling you closer to his body.

You were silent then, your body and eyes heavy, your brain slowly quieting and shutting down for the night. You felt Cassian lean down, assuming you had fallen asleep, and place a gentle kiss on the top of your head. As sleep called to you, you heard him very quietly whisper into the dark, "I would go to the ends of the Earth for you, y/n".

[motleycrueobsessed]

I need something where you go backstage dressed up in lingerie for Nikki

Ily anon

Warnings: Smut, p n v, Oral (Both receiving) Teasing, Nikki slaps reader, AFAB reader but i dont think i used any pronouns, degrading, praising.. lmk if i missed any!!!

MDNI.

Smut under the cut!!!

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You and Nikki had been dating for a little over a year. It was 1985, and this was the first tour he’s taken you on, because it was hitting up a lot of the places on your bucket list. Nikki loved to see you smile, and he knew you wanted to go to these places pretty badly.

So why not take you with him?

Mötley Crüe was on stage right now, performing the last song of the night. They were finishing strong with Shout At The Devil, and they sounded particularly good tonight.

Nikki was clearly tired and sweaty, you could see the sweat on his skin from the wing.

You decided it would be a good idea to surprise Nikki. So you went into his dressing room and slid off your clothes, revealing a nice, black, lacy set of lingerie.

You knew he loved seeing you in black or red lingerie, it did things to him. You laid down on the red leather couch in his dressing room, waiting for him to finish.

After a few minutes, he came through the door.

“Baby? Where ar- oh.” He interrupted himself when he saw you.

“The fuck are you doing?” He said, a glint of lust in his eyes. “You just couldn’t wait, could you? Fucking whore. Such a little slut for me.” He walks towards you. “You told me you liked surprises.” You said, acting innocent. “And you clearly understood what i meant.. christ, you look so hot..”

Even if you weren’t quite a model.. Nikki didn’t care. He loved you, and your imperfections. Thighs didn’t have a gap? More to mark. Hip dips? They were cute. Pudge? Again, more to mark. Scars? Showed a story.

Your body mixed with your sweet personality drove him insane. Especially when you wore that lacy lingerie for him. He knew he was the only one who got to see you like this. The bulge in his black leather pants was growing more and more prominent.

“See what you do to me, baby girl? I bet you’re so wet.” He whispers into your ear, now bent down to your level. He sat down next to you on the couch, already unlacing his pants. He got them off and tossed them to the side.

“Undress and suck it, whore.” He demanded with a rough tone.

You quickly got off the couch, undressed then got onto your knees, and started giving his tip little kitten licks before taking him into your mouth. You let him hit the back of your throat and you let out a low hum, the vibration making him groan.

You began bobbing your head up and down, his hand tangling in your hair and guiding you. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, batting your eyes at him. He groaned again, and you felt him get closer and closer to releasing.

You felt a warm liquid go down your throat, and you swallowed it all with a hum.

“Get up slut.” He ordered, and you got off your knees. “On my lap.” You sat on his lap, his hard cock teasing your entrance. “Good girl.” He whispered. “You wanna fucking be a whore? I’ll treat you like a fucking whore then.” He delivered a hard slap across your face, eliciting a moan from you.

He pushed into you, giving you a second to adjust. He put his hands on your hips and you began to ride him. “Thats it slut, you’re doing so well.” You loved how he would degrade and praise you at the same time. It made you so needy for him.

He began to pound into you, noticing you get tired. You let out loud moans. He felt your walls tighten around him. “Don’t you dare cum before i do.” He warned. “Y-yes sir.” You whimpered. “Good girl.”

He soon came inside of you, and then did some lazy thrusts, riding his high out.

“Cum honey.” He demanded gently. You soon did as he said with a whimper, burying your face in his neck. He pulled your face away from his neck by your hair and kissed you roughly, soon pulling away.

He slid you off of him and he quickly got off the couch. He got onto his knees and forced your legs apart. He buried your cunt in his face, tongue diving into your entrance.

You let out some whimpers, burying your hands in his hair. One of his hands came up and rubbed your clit hard and fast, until you came all over his face. He licked it all up and licked one last stripe up your pussy.

He got up off his knees and kissed you lazily, and you could taste yourself on his lips.

“You taste divine, sweetheart.” He whispered sweetly. He helped you get dressed again and then dressed himself. He sat you on his lap once more, holding you tightly.

“You did so well, pretty baby.” Was the last thing you heard before you fell asleep in his arms.

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Wait are my fics getting longer?? Ohmygod!!!!

I think this is my favorite fic i’ve ever written

Sorry for disappearing btw im so unmotivated

[discordsmuse]

Ill throw a writing idea at you.

Haarlep shows up at camp to pester everyone. (He's hungry and bored)

(Chaos ensues)

TY for requesting the silliest incubus, I love Haarlep! Also this isn't beta read lol, just slammed it out in an afternoon. I use they/them for Haarlep, and TW includes: Dubious consent, aphrodisiacs, semi-intoxicated fem!Tav, tummy bulge :) , semi-public fucking only because a tent isn't soundproof.

NSFW under the cut :)

“Oh, absolutely not.” Tav's arms came to rest on her hips, mouth twisted into a scowl. When returning from eradicating more of Orin’s cultists, she hadn’t expected to come face to face with her doppleganger once more.

Since her pact with Raphael, she'd been seeing much more of the fiend in and about her camp. Other than the occasional dinner at his House, however, his incubus left her well enough alone. This was a new low for Haarlep.

“Tav?” Wyll looked startled, looking between the woman crowded on his lap and the one standing at the entrance to his tent. The copy of the party’s leader was pouting, batting its eyelashes at the poor man. “What's-”

“Always spoiling all my fun,” the not-Tav crawled off Wyll and in a curtain of shimmering light returned to their usual form. Elegant horns curled from their forehead, a tail whipping behind them. As the leathery red wings unfurled from their back, Haarlep arched their back in a stretch. “Couldn't you have waited a moment, mouse?”

“And give you time to collect another face to parade around? I think not.” Tav snatched Haarlep by the leather strap of their harness and dragged the fiend out from Wyll's tent. “Where's Raphael?”

“Busy. Our master has much to do.” Haarlep snickered, entertaining Tav's frustration as they allowed themselves to be pulled along. “It's terribly lonesome in the House when I have no one there to entertain me.”

“Gods, so you came to seduce my friends for fun?”

“No, I came to seduce you for fun.” The incubus' tittering laugh grated on Tav's last nerve. “You were out and about saving the world. I just wanted a snack.”

“I was under the impression that you were allowed free reign because you could behave yourself.” Tav huffed. “Now I see it's merely because the devil can't keep you.”

“Ah, the little warlock loves to throw barbs,” Haarlep's tail curled around Tav’s ankle. “She's precious when she's angry.”

“Stop it,” Tav kicked away the tail and tugged the fiend inside her tent. “I'm summoning Raphael and sending you home.”

Clawed hands snaked around her waist, their skin almost too hot to bear. Warm breath fanned over her cheek, and Tav spun to chide them again but found herself locked in a kiss. The incubus’ teeth sank into flesh, tongue curling past her lips in the next breath. Haarlep kissed her like a lover, gentle and harsh all at once. Tav was overcome with the heady sensation of being adored.

Intoxicating warmth began to pool between Tav's legs, the aphrodisiac in Haarlep's saliva clouding her brain and sending the world spinning around her. The incubus purred into her mouth, catching her when her knees went weak and depositing Tav's body onto the bedroll.

It was difficult to move her limbs, impossible to push away Haarlep as they climbed atop her lap. Their tail curled and flicked like a pleased feline, watching her with Raphael's golden eyes.

“Now, I don't want to take all the fun for myself. Let me entertain you, pet.” Black claws danced up Tav's thighs, catching in the material of her pants. The fiend's head tilted to the side, their crown of horns serving as an impressive silhouette in the lamplight. “Or, I could leave and let you solve this little problem on your own.”

This time, their fingertips ghosted over Tav's clothed cunt. She whimpered despite herself and Haarlep didn't bother masking their glee.

“I hate you,” Tav hissed. Still, her hips chased the devil’s hand. The next words from her lips were quieter, sheepish even. “Please.”

“Good girl,” Haarlep bent over to press their lips to the dip in Tav’s neckline, unbuttoning the first few inches with their teeth. With each expanse of skin revealed, they left bruises and bitemarks in their wake. Their fiery, golden eyes watched her, drinking in every reaction with a hunger beyond mortal understanding. Tav knew she was being hunted, consumed like a luxurious meal but consumed all the same.

It took immense effort to reach up and take one of Haarlep’s curling horns in her hands, nails scraping against the keratin and catching on one of the barbs. The incubus hissed, and through the haze in her mind she caught their hips buck forward. This ruined their patience with the many buttons of her blouse, and instead they sliced a claw through it and pushed it aside.

“Hey-” Tav started to complain but was cut off when Haarlep sealed their lips around one of her nipples. Their forked tongue curled over the sensitive skin, and Tav’s back arched into the sensation. Rather than words, a moan worked its way out of her throat. Shifting her hips, she felt her underclothes stick to her arousal and cursed again when Haarlep refused to move lower.

“Mortals are always so impatient,” the fiend chided as they licked their way down her ribcage. “You’ll get what you want, now let me play.”

The incubus hooked their thumbs in Tav’s waistband, dipping their head to untie the laces with their teeth. If she didn’t feel half-drunk she might have marveled at the talent. Instead, her mind was occupied solely with thoughts of sex and desire thanks to the poison on Haarlep’s tongue. Her vision was edged with darkness, and all she could focus on was the fiend’s tongue as it slid along the seam of her cunt. She wasn’t certain when they’d gotten her pants and smallclothes off, but any concern was swiftly blotted out by desire.

“Delicious,” hummed the creature. “Always so warm and wanting,” Haarlep’s self-satisfaction was palpable, a clawed hand taking Tav’s waist and smoothing their thumb over the tender skin. Their mouth returned to her core, tongue dipping inside her to satisfy their hunger for the sins of the flesh. It felt like they were trying to drink her dry, mouth sealed around her so that they could reach the deepest part of her. The fork of Haarlep’s tongue pressed against the place inside her that made her back arch from the bedroll, crying out before she could press a hand over her mouth.

“No, mouse, let them hear. Don’t be ashamed. You do enjoy this after all.” They reached up to tear her hand away, much larger body dwarfing her even as she tried to fight it. Settling her palm flat on the floor, Haarlep returned their attention to her core. Two fingers slid through the slick that pooled at her entrance, their blunted nails barely impeded as they dipped inside her, “Just a little attention and you’re ready. How I love your body, pet.”

Tav wasn’t certain when the incubus had disrobed, distracted by the needy pulse of her clit as she writhed and whined at the attention. They removed their fingers from her cunt to smear her arousal on the ridges of their cock, dragging the flared head through her folds. In an attempt for more sensation, Tav shifted her hips against them, crying out when they pulled away instead.

“We have his attention, mouse. He knows what we’re doing.” Haarlep’s voice was rough with arousal of their own, lips pulled back in a toothy grin. Tav’s eyes went wide in response, realizing just who ‘he’ might be. “Ah, I knew you still had a pretty brain behind all that blind desire. It’s delicious to watch you submit to it.”

With that, they pressed forward just enough to slip the head of their cock inside her. Tav sucked in a breath, feeling her body protest the intrusion of something so much larger than a mortal man’s. Haarlep was kind enough to take their time, lavishing her skin with open-mouthed kisses and smoothing their thumb in slow circles around her clit. Tav was wet enough that the slide was easy, muscles relaxing as Haarlep caught her mouth in a kiss and clouded her mind further.

It only took a moment before Tav felt their hips meet, and Haarlep pulled away from the kiss to release a throaty groan. They smoothed a hand over her stomach, and Tav made a tiny nose of distress when she saw the way her stomach bulged out. The incubus pressed down, desire rumbling through their chest as they thrusted shallowly into her.

“You take it so well, little warlock.” Haarlep’s voice was a sigh, their eyes fluttering shut and head falling back. “I could spend all day inside you, wouldn’t you like that? Forget your little adventure, stay with me here.” The honeyed words were too sweet to hold an ounce of truth, and Tav shook her head. Words might not escape her, not when she was half-mad with desire. Still, she wouldn’t become their toy.

“No fun,” Haarlep sighted. “I won’t hold it against you, mouse.” Their thumb on her clit became more insistent, drawing the circles tighter. Tav could feel her muscles tense, hips tilting upward as everything drew taut. Then, her orgasm hit her like a wave, washing over her as her cunt pulsed and her nails dug into the bedroll beneath them.

“Yes!” This time, the words drawn from the incubus were a snarl. “Give your pleasure to me, pet. My perfect little warlock. How good you feel.” Their hips drew back, smacking against hers harsh enough to hurt. The pain was mitigated by the post-orgasmic bliss, and when their thrusts grew uneven, she felt a shudder rack Haarlep’s body as they filled her. They kissed her, tongue licking into Tav’s mouth once more.

A wave of exhaustion swept through Tav, and she let her head fall back against the bedroll. Haarlep pulled away, curling around her body and soothing her bruises with their lips.

“Rest, pet. I’ll clean you up.” Haarlep stroked their fingers over her cheek, pressing a delicate kiss to her forehead as Tav faded into sleep.

When she awoke later, well-rested and well-fucked, she might be embarrassed. For now, Tav was content to rest.

[five-rivers]

Another continuation of my poll fic; the previous part is here.

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“Hello?” called Danny.  “Is anyone there?  Hello?”

There was no answer except a further flicker of light, more distant.  

Danny touched his tongue to his lips briefly, then marked his place in the intake book using one of the blank cards.  He slid out of the chair and off his stack of books to stand.  The cold wood and iron of the floor made him rethink that and he floated up.  It was better that way, anyway, in terms of vantage point.

He approached the gap between shelves.  “Hello?”  

Looking out into the passageway beyond, the light seemed to wrap around and layer over itself with different levels of brightness.  Danny looked back at his own trail of brilliance, saw where it faded, saw where it was fresh and new.  This other trail, it looked like someone had walked this way multiple times.  Going in circles, maybe?

He floated upward, trying for a better vantage point and jostled a set of what looked like windchimes, long triangular metal rods covered in tiny symbols gathered together under domes.  They jingled and jangled musically in the muffling silence of the library.  He stilled them with one hand.

There was movement out of the corner of his eye and turned.  There, just before the passageway bent around a particularly precarious collection of papers, floated a ghost.  

It was a very strange ghost.  It glowed like a small sun, and if Danny’s eyes hadn’t been changed by his own alteration, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to look at it.  It had long, long ears, shaped mostly like a bat’s but furred like a cat’s.  Their eyes, too, were catlike, slitted.  It had wings, and at their ends they were thin and flat, like a moth’s or butterfly’s, but they were fluffy with fur and feathers near their bases, and there was something birdlike about their structure there as well.  Its body was relatively small, and looked soft, although it wasn’t nearly as small as Danny currently was.  Danny couldn’t tell if the ghost was male or female or something else entirely.

But perhaps the strangest thing of all was the pervasive sense of silence it carried with it.  

In any case, Danny saw no golden thread, and some of the other features - like the light - seemed to match with the aids offered to guests.  Only, like.  A lot of them.  All at once.  Meaning they must’ve gotten lost a whole bunch of times, even if Danny couldn’t see any visitor badges on them.

“Um, hi,” said Danny.  “I noticed, um.  Are you lost?  The attendant should be coming before too long.”

The faintest of breezes tickled the back of his neck and he looked behind him, to the other end of the passage.  There was another almost identical ghost hovering there.  

“Um.”  Danny was, perhaps, getting just a little nervous about the silent staring.  

More light.  Yet another similar ghost floated at the opposite entry to the card catalog space.  And–

Danny moved backwards, into more open space as the area brightened further and more luminous, winged ghosts floated into view or poked heads up over shelves and other barriers.  

“Danny,” said Mom.  

“Not now,” said Danny.  He blinked.  

Next thing he knew, fingers were brushing his throat.  He flinched backwards and away.  Fast.  Either naturally so, or via alteration.  Or, if they weren’t visitors, maybe because of a home-field advantage or disadvantage on Danny’s part.  Some places did that, and he hadn’t been here long enough to determine if this was one of them.  

“I don’t want to fight,” he said.  Or tried to say.  He went through the motions, but his voice made no sound.  He made no sound, period, not even the sound of his tongue tapping against the roof of his mouth.  

He’d been silenced.  Not good.  That meant that not only could he not negotiate, he couldn’t call for help.  

He was left with limited options, and limited time to choose between them.  Luckily, those same battle-born reflexes and reactions that were inconvenient elsewhere served him well now and gave him the chance to choose.  

He could fight.  The librarians would be unhappy.  It was against the rules that the receptionist had given to him, and likely to damage the books and card catalog, so he’d probably be kicked out.  But, if he fought, he was sure he’d win, even with these numbers, and that would be safer than his other options.  He couldn’t imagine that this many people ganging up on someone who looked like they were five meant well.  

He could flee.  He would almost certainly get lost, but that was a lesser crime than damaging the card catalog.  Whether or not he’d get caught… well, he had about the same amount of experience running as fighting, but he usually wasn’t running from a group this large in unfamiliar territory and facing unfamiliar powers.  These silent ghosts could have further unpleasant abilities.  

He could freeze.  Literally.  He could build a shell of ice and ghost shields up around himself and hunker down until he either thought of a better plan or the attendant came back.  That might put the attendant in danger, but Danny didn’t know if it would be more danger than if he just ran away.  Anything other than fighting and winning decisively meant that these people would still be around.  But if they were meant to be here… if the attendant could negotiate with them or authorize a fight…

Too much speculation.  He had the space of a breath in which to act.  Less. 

[loveisinthebat]

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[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

If you are still open to Fourth Wing requests, I would love to ask for a Garrick x Reader love at first sight or soulmate trope where the reader is someone unexpected like a scribe, healer, or gryphon flier. Thanks!

A bit more mine

Garrick loved following the rules. Yes, he bent and broke multiple by helping the rebellion. But it was for a good cause it wasn’t like he didn’t for himself or not fully at least. And then you came about. Why had they decided to fake an attack on the war college? Why had they tasked his squad to take care of the scribes working here, he didn’t know. And quite frankly Garrick doesn’t care anymore.

He had forgotten what he had come to do when he saw you there in your white robe with a wooden beam in your hands while other girls quietly cried in the backroom. No, he never believed in love at first sight. It was supposed to be bullshit. But you there. Scared but ready to fight. The prettiest girl he had seen. Wild hair. Slightly trembling hands. But not willing to go down without a fight. Maybe selfishly he had made it his job to keep you safe. You had to ride on his dragon with him. He had held you in the saddle. Had stayed close till they had announced that it had been a test. And even after you two didn’t step apart.

“You’re awake?”, Garrick jumps slightly, bumping his knee against the table. “What are you doing here?”, he says quietly, quickly closing the distance between the two of you. Pulling you into his room before looking over the dark hallway. “Are you insane?”, he hisses, closing the door. Making you let out a giggle. “Oh, you are finding this funny?”, he quirks his eyebrows with a smile, his fingers dig into your sides making you giggle even harder as you hide your face in his chest.

“How did you get here?”, Garrick pulls your face away from his chest carefully. “Used the stairs”, you bat your lashes at him, making him roll his eyes, “Smart ass”, he mutters under his breath. “I had a night off duty in the library, our mentors are away on a mission of some sort”, you breathe in his scent, nuzzling your face back in his chest. Feeling Garrick kissing the top of your head.

“Did anyone see you coming up?”, he questions. “Xaden”, Garrick’s shoulder instantly eases at that. That’s good. His best friend would cover for him. “Don’t worry kind sir, your dignity is safe”, you tease him. “If I could shout about us, I would”, he cups your face, “Now I just don’t want to… wouldn’t want you getting hurt because of me”, your eyes soften. He had told you about having to watch his family getting executed. So you even understand the hesitation of taking things further. “I can go if you want”, you mutter, but he only shakes his head, “If it’s Xaden on watch then we are good”.

He pulls you in ever so slightly. Smiling down at you before brushing his lips against yours. “You look like a beam of light”, he chuckles, and truthfully in his almost black room, you in your scribe white looked like a fallen star. “But I know a way or two on how to make you look a bit more mine”, he smirks. Making your cheeks grow pink as his hands quickly tugged at the buttons. Smiling once he comes into view with the little metal charm he had crafted hanging from around your neck. He doesn’t let his eyes roam freely over your body. Pulling one of his black shirts before pulling it over your head. “Much better”, he nods in satisfaction, making you roll your eyes. “Come to bed, tell me about the book you’ve read. Did you find out what Mario did in chapter 23?”, Garrick nudges you towards the bed.

[storiesbyrhi]

Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson Series Masterlist The Grimoire The Timeline

Warnings: canon typical violence, horror genre typical violence/some infrequent gore, swearing, animal death, no beta, death in childbirth (mentioned, not described), abusive parents, suicide, spiders/bugs, grief/mourning; light smut; warnings updated each chapter.

Synopsis: No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople’s wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?

Chapter Summary: Looming doom. 2590 words.

1986

It was all about intention. When an individual is hexed, they are actively fighting the magic. The violence becomes part of the curse itself, making its results darker and stronger, and making it all the harder to break. However, if an individual invites the magic in… If their intention is to let the magic wash over them like a warm blanket in the dead of winter… Well, then wonderful things can happen.

White baneberry. Powdered tacca chantrieri. A little this. A little that. Spellwork and trust and love.

And there he was. Definitely more stoic than the bat you’d once known, his fur a shade or two lighter as well. But, your bat was back.

He looked at you from the floor before climbing out of the piles of clothing around him, clutching the ring you’d made Eddie wear during the ritual. The moss agate stone sparkled. The bat chittered, no doubt complaining that he should have been naked the whole time.

You held your hand out like you used to. The bat didn’t move.

“Please?” you asked, trying and failing to hold back your excitement. You didn’t want vampire Eddie to get a complex about you loving bat Eddie more.

The bat climbed into your palm. Bringing him up to face level, you smiled widely. He’d taken the same form of species - Eptesicus fuscus – but he was not the exact same bat. The lighter fur was the biggest indicator. The leather of his wings seemed a little thicker too. Eddie was a healthier bat, you figured.

“Hi… How did it feel? Are you you?”

Eddie chittered.

“Squeak once for yes, two for no. Are you you?”

One squeak.

“Did it hurt?”

Two.

“Good…” There were more questions you wanted to ask, but his overwhelming cuteness was making your brain go blank. “Eddie… You’re so adorable. It’s like… Like I need to squeeze you so hard you explode.”

With that, Eddie’s wings branched out and he flapped up and away from you, landing on top of the refrigerator.

You laughed. “I’m not gonna do it! I’m just… complimenting you.”

He stayed where he was.

Laughing again, you bent down to pick up Eddie’s clothes and carefully place the agate ring on your makeshift altar in the living room. As you turned back, you thought to yourself that he looked so innocent. So innocuous. So part of the natural world that-

“Fuck!” You crossed the space and leaned against the fridge, looking up at Eddie. “This is it. This is how you come with me when I go see the coven. Not one of them is going to see a bat in a tree and think ‘oh yeah, that’s probably a vampire…’ Right? This is it. It’s genius!”

He began to talk – to screech and chitter and flap his wings – and you couldn’t stop him. He had a lot to say and you understood none of it. When he took flight, you spoke the spell to undo the transformation.

If it happened slower, it would be horror on the grandest scale. Snapping bones and stretching skin and shedding cells. It was over in a second though, leaving a naked Eddie standing in the kitchen a little shaken.

“Sorry,” you said. “But I didn’t know what you were saying,”

“You need to tell me when you’re going to do that.”

The fear was barely detectable, but it was there nonetheless. “I’m sorry.” You reached out, pulling him into you. “You sure it doesn’t hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt. But it felt like falling. A long way.”

Nuzzling into the crook of his neck, you nodded. “What were you saying?” you asked, voice lulled.

“I was saying that I do not like the idea of walking into a coven of witches defenseless.”

On paper, it was a valid point. Eddie had no control over the spell. Once you turned him into a bat, he had to wait for you to utter the words and reverse the magic. It was ultimate trust, but also ultimate vulnerability.

“Your defense is me.” Your lips were on him, the words mumbled, only just audible.

“And you have all my faith. It’s not you I worry about,” he whispered back, tilting his head so you had better access to his neck. You kissed him over and over. “You are my favourite witch. You are the witch that saved this town, this world. You are powerful and strong and predictably underestimated by your coven… But we cannot make the same mistake as them.”

You kissed Eddie’s sharp jawline, then cheek. “Say that again.”

Confused, Eddie went to repeat his last sentence.

“No. Not that. Who’s your favourite witch?”

“Oh. Oh.” The grin that split his face was a little evil and it made you weak at the knees. “You need me to tell you that you’re my favourite witch in the entire universe?”

“Mmmhmm,” you hummed, your cheeks burning with beautiful warmth.

“That every single thing you do is magic… That you are my sun and my stars. That I would bleed the world dry for you.”

You nodded, letting yourself go limp so Eddie had to hold you up.

“My favourite witch. My beautiful, little witch. Such a good witch.” Eddie hoisted you up, throwing you over his shoulder, and took you to the bedroom. He dropped you on the bed unceremoniously. “If you be a good witch for me now, I’ll let you do your little spell later and I’ll sleep in your pocket all night,”

“Promise?”

Eddie was on his knees, pulling you by the ankles towards him. He opened his mouth wide, sharp teeth a flash of white before he bit down on the softness of your inner thigh. A gasp melted into a moan, and when Eddie looked back up at you, his mouth was a blur of red.

“I promise. You be a good girl for me now. I’ll be a good bat for you later.”

…

Practice made perfect and after some fine-tuning, you and Eddie had the spell down to a couple of seconds. He wore the moss agate ring around his neck on a chain constantly. That meant the spell could be cast anywhere, at any time. It also made it easier when he turned for him to find it and fly it to you.

A week of testing showed that the potion that needed to be inside his body for the spell to work lasted twenty hours. Every morning when you woke, Eddie would drink a glass of it. Sometimes he’d down another at sunset if he wanted to remain small and cute overnight.

That was Eddie’s favourite part of it – the sleeping. Not only was he immune to the sun’s burn when in bat form, but he could sleep. Although he often stayed up to read and learn, he loved to fall into a soft nothingness with you.

When the ritual of it all became second nature, you decided it should play a role in the protection spell you were writing for when you traveled to the Catskills to reunite with your coven. Potion and agate locked and loaded, all you had to do was speak “sic fiat” and Eddie would be battified.

He could tell, though, that you weren’t satisfied with the process. He would catch you deep in thought, staring almost through him.

“Unburden yourself.” Eddie was suddenly in front of you, hands cupping your face. “Share your troubles,”

“You’re so dramatic,” you sighed, making no movement to push him away.

“But I’m right. Something is worrying you,”

“I’m not worried. I just… I think there’s something we have to figure out before we go see them,”

“Ah, I see. And presumably, I will not like this something.”

The way you were chewing your lip made Eddie sad. He wedged his thumb between your teeth to stop you.

“We need to know if you’re still… the same… when you’re a bat,”

“We know that. We know I’m still me,”

“No, I mean, if sunlight doesn’t hurt you, what does witchfire do? And if you’re hurt as the bat, does that injury stay when you turn back? And then, when you’re the bat again… Do you scar? And what about the-”

“Hey, hey, my love, calm down,” Eddie hushed. He pulled you into him, rocking you gently. “Fate did not disobey all her rules, only to lead us to doom.”

You looked at him through your tears. “But what if she did?” It had taken 150 years to find your way back to each other and the mere thought of losing Eddie again was enough to drive you mad.

“Come on now. Aren’t you meant to be telling me that this is all connected in some mystical and universal way? That all the pieces are falling into place?”

He pressed his lips to your forehead, the coolness of his skin a balm for your hot anxiety. You breathed out as he kissed down your nose, finding your mouth and kissing you deeply.

Eddie spoke softly. “We will do this again and again, until you have filled a book with knowledge. Then, when you are ready, we will face whatever comes next.”

…

The weather was almost as hot as it would get that year. Eddie didn’t sweat. His cheeks never bruised red with heat. He was your own personal cooling system. That is when he wasn’t swooping through Hawkins with one part grace and one part mania.

“I never truly felt the American sun,” he’d told you one night. You were lying on the bed, naked, lazy, in love. “And summer at night is different. Europe is different,”

“You can get sunstroke, so you have to be careful.”

Eddie laughed. As a bat, he could sleep and fly by day, and as your weeks of testing revealed, go unharmed by witchfire. He felt more alive and more unstoppable than ever before.

“Don’t laugh at me! Remember, when you hide your vampireness from magic, your mortality is suddenly seen by everything else.” He laughed again, so you hit him with a pillow and yelled, “Sic fiat!” before he could retaliate.

Eddie fluttered his wings against your hair, causing chaos and knots.

“Nawww. Is my precious little baby bat angry?”

He perched in the corner of the room, aiming for broody and landing on sulky.

“If you promise to be sun safe, I’ll turn you back.”

Eddie chirped with indignation, but came back to the bed. You broke the spell and kissed Eddie on his human and very pouty lips.

“I promise,” he whispered.

You giggled into him, letting him growl and pull you under the sheets.

…

What if it wasn’t enough? What if the magic, just the bastard daughter of the forest gate spell and other protection charms, couldn’t shield Eddie from your coven’s craft?

“We may not need it at all,” Eddie offered kindly.

Dramatically, you rolled your head to look at him, dead expression, moody as hell. He chuckled and reached out to boop your nose. You swatted him away and turned back to your altar.

“We haven’t talked about…” Eddie hesitated, ever mindful of how you felt. “…what exactly you want or… need from this… meeting.”

The black cat bone was ground to the finest powder possible, but you continued to aggressively smash the pestle against the mortar. Eddie waited for you to reply, but rather than speak, you began to rip sage leaves apart like a wolf with a rabbit.

It was risky, but Eddie asked, “Do you expect them to apologise?”

“I don’t need an apology,” you snapped.

“What else is there but that?”

The ignominy of the coven finding out what was done. Revenge or retribution. Surely you did not seek these things, for the Wiccan Rede demands peace and healing. An ye harm none, do what ye will.

Pushing yourself up off the floor, you walked too quickly to the kitchen and filled the kettle with water too violently for any of it to be normal. Eddie stayed where he was, giving you space to process.

It hurt so much. Your heart ached and body felt heavy with embarrassment. You wanted justice, although its form you didn’t know. You wanted harmony within the coven. You wanted to feel how you did before 1836, brimming with solidarity and in love with sisterhood. You wanted your mother and aunt to fix what they had done.

The scene was so vivid. A picture of a life with meaning. Eddie and your coven and magic with purpose. It could all happen. It could. But your imagination was writing stories in wet sand, the waves threatening to wipe it clean at any moment.

You felt like a silly, stupid little girl.

Eddie tried your name again, after the first few times fell on deaf ears. You turned around, kettle still in hand. He gently took it from you, placing it on the stove and igniting the flame. Tea would do you good.

“It is not impossible,” he comforted.

“I’m… scared… I don’t want to have to choose,”

“You won’t have to,”

“You don’t know that! We don’t know anything.” The mug you pulled from the cupboard was slammed down hard. You threw a teabag in it, which concerned Eddie. You always brewed a mix of loose leaf and herbs. “We don’t know if they’re going to try to kill you as soon as they see you. We don’t know if they’re going to try to kill me.” The water wasn’t boiled but you took it from the stove and poured it haphazardly into the mug. “We don’t know anything!” And it spilled. “FUCK!”

Eddie caught the falling kettle, placing it back on the stove, while hauling you away from the mess before more damage could be done. He took your hand and assessed the burn. It was red and angry, but not as much as you.

“So fucking stupid,” you seethed, tears running down your cheeks. You forced yourself out of Eddie’s embrace and ran the kitchen tap, placing your hand under it.

He wanted to tell you to heal it, but knew better. You didn’t want to be told what to do. You certainly didn’t want to be told what to do with your magic.

Eddie was easy to read. You sighed and looked down at your burnt hand. “Just… let me feel it for a minute. Before I fix it.”

He nodded, taking a tentative step towards you. “For a minute,” he repeated softly.

You let him press you into the bench, pining you to it. He rested his head on your shoulder and arms around your waist. Closing your eyes, you took a shaky breath in and out. In and out.

After two minutes (he timed it), Eddie reached out and turned the tap off. You complied with the unsaid instruction and healed yourself.

“I don’t know if I’m scared of having to choose, or if I’m scared that I know I’d choose you,” you confessed. What kind of witch doesn’t choose her coven? What kind of woman follows a man over her sisters?

“It won’t matter. I will not make you choose. I will take that burden from you.”

Turning around, you buried yourself in Eddie. He held you tightly, just a little too tightly, just how you liked it, then brought you to the couch. Another film on his list, A Nightmare on Elm Street, was pushed into the VHS player, and not another word was uttered until daybreak.

End Note: Thank you to @deathbecomesthem for help with this chapter (ages ago, so you might not even remember helping hehe).

I am beginning to map out how this story ends, so if you have any requests for things you want to see happen, now is the time to send them in! Ideas for dates you want them to go on? Movies you want them to watch? Any weird little thoughts you’ve got rattling around in that pretty brain of yours? I’d love to hear them.

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[bleedingoptimism]

When Eddie is given the order to infiltrate the castle and kill the heir to the throne he doesn't even blink.

It’s just another job. He couldn’t care less if it’s the prince or a tavern keeper, he’s never failed before and he’s not planning on starting now.

Finding work at the castle is easy enough, but getting close to the prince takes longer. Only the most trusted people in the palace are allowed to interact with him. So he only gets to see him, to appreciate him from afar. 

The heir to the throne, Prince Steve, is the most beautiful person he’s ever seen in his life. Handsome and fit but with delicate features, big brown eyes, and a myriad of beauty marks.

He’s keeping a close eye on him so he notices every little thing about him. How kind he is with everyone.

How afraid he is of the king, his father. How he still stands up to him, even if he’s terrified when he is being unfair to the people.

He also notices Steve is a really good fighter, which worries him. He is going to need to get real close to him, enough that the prince could never suspect him, enough to make him keep his guard down.

But as time passes he gets more and more enthralled by the prince. When he hears him laugh as he play-fights with the younger knights he took under his wing it makes his heart stutter.

And when he catches him sneaking into the library with the quirky royal scribe to read late at night it fills him with wonder and curiosity.

And the more he watches Steve, the more he hates his assignment.

He starts having dangerous thoughts. Why would his master send him to kill this wonderful boy? He is so generous, so fair, so brave. He would be a wonderful king. Wouldn’t the people from the kingdom benefit from someone like Steve?

Is he really serving the greater good? Is this really for the good of the kingdom?

But he casts those thoughts away. They serve him no good. It’s not like he has a choice anyway. It’s his head or Steve’s. And he’s rather attached to his head.

So by the time he’s trusted enough to be allowed in the private areas of the palace, by the time he actually gets to talk to the prince, he’s already halfway in love with him and incredibly conflicted.

And Steve, beautiful, wonderful, soft Steve. He warms up to Eddie right away, and he asks about him, his thoughts, and his feelings. And he’s so cute and funny, he laughs at Eddie and with Eddie. He stands up to him in front of the king and lets Eddie sit quietly with him, holding his hand when his father tears him down with harsh words.

They get close, and Eddie starts his mornings dreading this is going to be the last day he gets to spend with Steve, the day he gets the order to end it all. But he ends his nights with a smile on his face because every day with the prince is a delight and he just can’t help but be endeared by everything he does.

And then the day comes. Eddie wakes up to the sight of an ugly, disfigured bat, perched on his window, the thing screeches loudly at him and Eddie yells back, dread and sorrow already invading him because he knows what its presence means. It means it's time.

The bat cocks his ugly head at him and then flies out the same way it came in and leaves Eddie holding his head in his hands, rocking back and forth in the bed. He reminds himself it’s his life or Steve’s and he repeats it as a mantra all day. It’s me or him. It’s me or him. It’s me or him. It’s me or him. It’s me or him.

The night finds them lounging in the library with Robin, the scribe. She’s reading to them from a book of obscure stories from kingdoms past. It’s Steve’s favorite. It’s getting close to midnight when Robin yawns and calls it a night, leaving them alone in the enormous library.

Steve is sitting by the window, one leg bent at the knee and resting his head on it, the other swaying on the edge. Eddie takes a deep breath and thinks, ‘this is it’ 

He slowly makes his way toward Steve and takes a hidden knife out of his belt.

He’s so close now, hand raised, knife shining in the moonlight. And Steve doesn’t move, he just lets him get close. He trusts Eddie. 

It's him.

He can’t do it. He just can’t. He’d rather die than hurt him and it’s that a thought? He’s never felt this way. He would die for him. He should die for him. 

He stops, intending to put the weapon away but it’s too late now. The knife glints and it catches Steve’s eye in the reflection of the window. He turns shocked and hurt fills his eyes before he launches at Eddie.

They fight, and Eddie just tries to defend himself as Steve throws blow after blow at him. But he can tell Steve is not giving it his all.

He’s confused and heartbroken, he fights as tears fall from his big doe eyes and he screams at him and Eddie takes it. He takes everything Steve has to give.

He disarms Eddie at one point because the prince really is that good at fighting and the combat comes to a stall with Steve sitting on his lap and him flat on the floor, a knife at his throat. 

Both of them are panting heavily as Eddie looks at Steve, tears falling from his gorgeous brown eyes and wetting Eddie’s cheek and he knows he’s going to die.

He’ll die, either by Steve’s hand or by his master’s evil creatures so he has nothing to lose when he says,

“Gods, you are so beautiful” and he surges forward, letting the knife scrape his neck and kisses Steve deeply.

Eyes closed he waits for the knife to be buried in his neck but then he hears the distinct sound of the weapon hitting the floor. And suddenly Steve is kissing him back, one hand on his cheek and the other on the cut on his neck. 

But Steve is still crying so Eddie cups his cheeks and wipes the tears away,

“Please stop crying your highness, my love”

And Steve shakes his head and bites Eddie’s lip hard enough to make him bleed. “Why?” he whispers into his mouth.

And Eddie tells him everything, he tells him all about the unbreakable contract with the dark wizard who ordered his death. How he was down on his luck and almost dead and didn't have any other choice.

He tells Steve about watching him from afar before their official meeting, about falling in love with him, and that he was ready to die before hurting him.

“I never wanted to hurt you, I’m so sorry my beloved prince,” he tells him, “But I must leave now, I need to kill my master, I have to save you.”

“I’ll go with you, I’ll help” his love replies.

“Steve, no-” 

“You don’t get to tell me what to do” Steve cuts him off, voice firm and it makes Eddie smile. His prince looks so handsome when he gives him orders.

“Eddie, you make me feel…Alive, I love you. I’m not letting you go alone.”

Eddie implores him to stay, “It’ll be dangerous my adored one, what if I can’t protect you? What if I can’t save you?”

Steve leans forward and touches their foreheads together, “We’ll save each other.” He simply says. 

They run away together the next night.

[ladykailitha]

Royal Pain Part 11

Hi! It’s been a rough week and I burned up my backlog. This is the last finished chapter I have left and with the busy weekend I had with my sister and getting a migraine yesterday and today...I don’t if I’ll have anything ready for Thursday.

Also since I finished Roads, I have leaned more into The Boy With a Bat Book 2. I’ve completely overhauled chapter two because I rushed from the play (which was in March) and jumped straight to June and meeting the lovely Robin. But I realized that I could draw that out more. Build up the relationship between Eddie and Steve more. Play on Eddie’s friends clashing with the “Let’s Pick on Steve” style of love from the Monster Hunter gang up a bit.

I’ll also put up a poll to see what other stories you guys might be interested in seeing me do next.

But on to Erica, Chrissy and Argyle’s first day. Still no Eddie, but don’t worry, he’s not forgotten, the dinner ‘date’ is next.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

***

Chrissy and Argyle turned up for work the next morning and Steve was vibrating with excitement.

“Hi, guys!” he greeted them cheerfully. “This is Erica Sinclair. She’s going to being doing henna for our clients this summer as a bit of summer special to get more causal clients through the door.”

“Totally rad!” Argyle said with a thumbs up. Steve was pleased to note that his eyes were clear and the faint aroma of weed was gone.

Chrissy just nodded.

Steve turned around and grabbed a couple of oranges from the fruit basket. He tossed one to Chrissy and one to Argyle.

“Until I can get the synthetic skin in, this will have to do,” he explained. “I want to you tattoo something simple into the rind of the fruit. Get creative. Have fun.” He looked at his watch. “You each have a room with a chair set up with everything you’ll need. Don’t do colors yet. I just want to get a feel for how you work. You’ll have one hour.”

Steve watched Chrissy first she had a deft and steady hand. She did a gynandromorphic butterfly. The right wing only had basic stripes of a female butterfly and the left wing had the spots and showy patterns of a male butterfly.

It was an interesting choice. He left her to finish up the left wing as he wandered over to Argyle’s room.

He started on a surfboard. He was bent over the fruit with an intensity that lacked in the man’s usual demeanor. His long hair covered most of what he was doing but Steve could see it was a well-thought out piece.

He waved at Argyle to get his attention. Argyle looked up with a big smile. “Hey, dude!”

“You’ve got a really good head for design,” Steve told him. “You fill the space without making it look crowded.”

Argyle’s smile turned into a grin.  “Thanks!”

“Since you’re almost done, can I talk to you about something really quick?” Steve asked.

“This is about the weed, huh?”

Steve nodded. “I don’t care what you do in your off hours. Just don’t bring it to work, get caught with it on your person, or come to work baked. You’re are an amazing artist and I would really like to keep you.”

Argyle nodded. “The big meetup was a bit of an accident. I forgot to account for inhaling my roommate’s blunt on top of my morning hit and was still a little too toasty.”

Steve nodded. “Fair enough. This is one job that takes care and precision and since we’re doing permanent work on people. Messing up is little more...”

“Heinous?” Argyle asked, cocking his head to the side.

Steve burst out laughing. “Yeah, that! As long as you follow those three things, you and I are good.”

“You don’t care I smoke weed?” Argyle asked curiously.

Steve shook his head. “It’s fine. I just can’t have it here, I’ve worked to hard for everything to go up in smoke.”

Argyle nodded sagely. “I will abstain while I’m working for you, dude. I wouldn’t want to hurt you in that way.”

“You don’t have to completely abstain,” Steve assured him. “Just not on days you have to come in.”

Argyle gave him a thumbs up. Steve looked at his watch. “You’ve got about enough time to finish that up and the hour will be done. Come back out when your done.”

He stopped to check in on Erica. He peaked his head in her room where she was testing out the different colored henna on herself. She was doing a pretty lotus pattern on her left hand with the different dyes.

“You really do have a steady hand,” he said as he strolled up to her.

She grinned up at him. “Thanks! The darker the red is, the harder it is to show up on my hand. See?” She held up her hand so he could get a better look at it.

“Yeah. Does the dye have to be red?” he asked.

She nodded. “Real henna starts off bright orange and darkens over time. There are other dyes that can be used for henna, but it’s not from the plant of the same name.”

Steve nodded. “I got you the paste stuff, but I can get you other kinds if you would prefer that.”

“That’s fine for now,” Erica said. “The powder isn’t shelf stable and can go bad. If I decide to do it full time, I’ll think about going to the powder, but this will work.”

Steve nodded. “Wanna come see what Chrissy and Argyle did for their first tattoos?”

Erica grinned and immediately jumped to her feet and followed him out to the reception area.

Argyle and Chrissy were leaning up against counter chatting with Robin.

“Hey, guys!” Steve greeted. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Argyle and Chrissy turned, throwing both of their oranges at him at the same time.

Steve caught them both which raised eyebrows.

“Dude!” Argyle said. “That was wicked.”

“Shit,” Chrissy said with a giggle. “I forgot you were on the baseball team, too.”

“You were on the baseball team?” Argyle asked.

“In high school,” Steve said with a shrug. “And the basketball team and the swim team.”

“Wow.”

Steve chuckled. “It was so my parents could pay to have someone else watch me instead of doing it themselves. But I had fun. I was captain of the basketball team and co-captain of the boys swim team.”

“You have depths, bro,” Argyle said. “That’s so cool.”

Steve blushed. “Thanks.” He handed one of the oranges to Erica. “Hold this, please.”

She rolled her eyes but wisely said nothing.

He looked at the orange in his hand and saw it was Chrissy’s. “I guess will start with this one.”

Chrissy grinned at him.

“It’s a good design,” he told her. “It’s unique. The lines are strong without being too thick.” He peeled the orange and looked at the rind. “Right, okay, so they go deeper in some spots and not as deep in others. So you’ll need to work on consistency.”

She nodded. “I didn’t even realize I was doing it. That’s a neat trick.”

Steve smiled at her and tossed the orange back to her. She sat down with it and studied where she had gone wrong with it. He took the other orange from Erica.

“This was your first time with a tattoo gun, right?”

Argyle nodded. “Thanks for setting it up for me. It was bit different from the stick and poke my nana taught me.”

“You were taught how to do the stick and poke style?” Steve asked. He felt an overwhelming sense of relief. Stick and poke done by amateurs was dangerous but knowing that he had been taught to do it put him at ease.  

Argyle nodded.

“If you want, I can get you a proper set,” Steve said. “If that would make you more comfortable.”

Argyle lit up. “I have my own set my nana gave me, I can bring that by and have you take a look. But I wanna learn how to use a gun, too.”

“That would be great,” Steve agreed. “Bring them tomorrow, I’d love to take a look.”

Argyle beamed at him.

Steve lifted up Argyle orange. “The style is good. The lines are clean.” He peeled the orange and winced. “It’s a bit too deep.” He tossed it to Argyle for him to take a look.

Argyle stumbled with it and it fell to the floor. He picked up with a grimace. He looked at the orange and winced too. “Way too deep. I tattooed the orange and not just the rind.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “I think it’s because with the stick and poke method it’s easier to see how deep the needle goes and with a gun it’s all about pressure.”

Argyle nodded. “That makes sense. Looks like I’m buying a lot of fruit in the next couple of days.”

Robin chuckled. “At least you can claim it on your taxes.”

Argyle’s eyes went wide and he smiled broadly. “I didn’t think of that, that’s awesome!”

Chrissy giggled. “It’s great doing something like tattooing for a living because you can claim all sorts of things as tax write offs. Took your best friend out to dinner, talked about tattoos? Business meeting. Bought new ink that looked pretty, and you might not ever use it, but you don’t know that, business expense. It’s great.”

Argyle looked as though his mind had been completely blown.

“You won’t need a lot of fruit anyway,” Steve said. “I’m getting synthetic skin in later this week so you learn about how different colors appear on different skin tones. It’s important to learn because one yellow might look good on a person, but not the next.”

“I’m having our friend Will do up binders for you two,” Robin said, holding up Steve’s three-ring binder that had his portfolio in it. “So that we can start getting you clients, too.”

Steve nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. “That won’t be until the end of the summer. So in the mean time, we’ll be building up your tattoo skills and to talk to clients. Then probably after the 4th of July, we’ll start you off with the smaller and simpler tattoos, get a good foundation in.”

They both nodded.

He turned to Erica. “I’ve already started advertising your henna. So if you have pics of some of the work you did for your friends get them to Will so we can display them.”

She saluted. “Roger that!”

“Also I’ve been looking into it,” he continued, “would you be willing to do henna nights for bridal parties?”

Erica wrinkled her nose in thought. “I don’t think I can. That’s a lot of work and it has to set overnight, I’m good, but not that good.”

Steve nodded. “Fair enough. That’s why I asked first, I knew Robin would get calls about it and now she has a firm answer to give.”

Robin nodded.

Steve blushed and ducked his head. “I had this idea and it sounds stupid in my head, but...”

“I think it’s cool,” Robin said sticking her tongue out at him.

Chrissy cocked her head. “What’s the idea?”

“I thought we could lean more into royal theme a bit,” Steve muttered to his feet, “go by nicknames,”

Argyle blinked at him a moment. “Like what?”

“Lady, Marquis, Duchess, Stewart...” he mumbled.

Robin grinned manically. “Go on tell them what your name would be.”

“King.”

Chrissy cackled. “That would be perfect!”

Argyle just stared him blankly. “Wha’?”

“You see,” Robin began, “the reason for name, the decor, everything is based off a nickname from high school. King Steve.”

“Who was a massive asshole, by the way,” Chrissy said with a wink.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Until my senior year when I realized I didn’t want to conform to what my parents wanted me to be and gladly handed the crown to the next poor schmuck.”

“But when we were looking for a name for the new shop...” Robin said in a sing-song voice.

“It just made sense, a royal pain?” Steve said. “That’s me to a tee. So I kinda leaned into the whole vibe.”

“So you want to lean into that a little further?” Erica asked. “Because I am so claiming Lady. Not sure if I want to do Lady Applejack or Lady E. Because just Lady is the name of a dog and I ain’t into that shit.”

Chrissy laughed. “I’ll happily take just Duchess because while it can be a dog, it’s also the name of several kickass characters.”

“Oohh...” Argyle said. “I could be the Marquis de Carabas! I named myself after a fairy tale!”

Steve frowned in confusion. “What now?”

Argyle bounced in excitement. “It’s from the book, ‘Neverwhere’ by Neil Gaiman. It’s so rad. It’s about this dude who finds himself in a London that is weirder and wilder then the one you see. One of the bros he meets is the Marquis who has this wicked black coat. But he got his name from the fairy tale Puss in Boots. But not like the Shrek one.”

Steve blinked. “Yeah sure. It’ll be a work in progress to be honest. And I won’t start it immediately. Just an idea to float out there.”

They all nodded. Steve smiled at them. This was a going to be the most fun he’s had in a long time and he gets to share it with all of them. And he had Eddie to thank for it all.

He couldn’t wait until tonight.

***

 Part 12  Part 13 Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18 Part 19  Part 20  Part 21   Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25 Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Epilogue

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[crybaby-bkg]

I want piercer Dabi and I want him NOW!!!!!!!!!!……

I just think he’d have such a terrible reputation for being so standoffish and unfriendly and rude with the customers, but it’s only from the WIMPS!!! and when you go in, nervous but excitable and jittery, he can’t help but lay on that Dabi ‘charm’ that typically leaves him a nasty review online.

but you love it because he’s low key hilarious and makes you feel so comfortable with how open and honest he is about everything. breaks your heart tho when he tells you that certain piercings aren’t compatible with your anatomy but makes up for it by offering up another piercing for half off the pricing!!

you get your lip pierced, and he’s holding your jaw with a surprising amount of gentleness. turns you this way and that before he tuts that he’s gonna give you a vertical labret instead of the snake bites you originally came in for, tells you how the former is much cooler, how pretty you’ll look with it. he’s so cheeky, pulls your bottom lip down with his thumb, a ‘requirement’ to make sure your lip won’t reject the piercing (he can’t tell this way, he just wants to touch you and watch how clouded your eyes get).

he’s full of praise but only for his best customers (just you). calls you good and sweet and a little crybaby, but only when you whine or whimper. tells you how good you take it for him, smirks when he watches your thighs shift and clench against each other.

oooooohhhh and imagine you want a tattoo too and he does them as well????? hour long sessions of a bat winged heart as a tramp stamp that he can’t help but drool over. the way you’re bent over, how you moan a little in discomfort, look back over your shoulder to see your progress. he’s hard the entire session, and convinces you to come back for another long, detailed tattoo in a risqué area just so he can see you, smell you, feel you again. whore.

[ven-on-trial]

Ascending Heaven

Aki Hayakawa x AFAB!Reader x Angel Devil

warnings: MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, afab!reader (reader has breasts & a vagina), they/them pronouns for reader, unlabelled poly relationship, threesome, exhibitionism, voyeurism, praise, handjobs, fingering, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, masturbation, reader on top & bottom, smoking, mentions of death

wc: 4.0k

summary: "It has never seemed right to exclude Angel from the sex that you have, but he always insists that it isn’t worth the risk of skin-to-skin contact. Always finds an excuse to leave before you can convince him to stay. And it makes sense, sure, but it doesn’t stop the fact that there is always a void missing from the carnal activities you partake in."

this is the first full smutfic i've posted so uhh i will apologise in advance if the smut itself is a little janky in places im still not entirely used to writing it lmfao. also i swear they are protected but it is 5am i have worked on this for 9hrs straight and i do not have the energy to edit a mention in pls forgive me ;-;

Smoke lingers in the air as Aki passes his cigarette across to you between two lithe fingers, stretched out languidly across his bed whilst you sit propped up with plump pillows against the headboard. 

He has long since taken down his hair, allowing the shoulder-length black strands to fall loose across his shoulders and frame his face. You think he looks much prettier like this, more unwound and destressed, like the burden of existence has abandoned him for just a moment. 

Seeing him so unashamedly himself in these late evening encounters ignites something within your soul, something tepid but sturdy, like the early flickering embers of a roaring fire. Like a hearth, nestled in the centre of a grand living room, its small yet radiant heat enough to warm the entire space. And when he leans his head back, smiles, and lets out an unbridled amused chuckle, you know you’re lucky enough to be seeing him at his most comfortable. 

Though he is still in his work clothes, blazer left by the front door already, with his shirt untucked and the first few buttons popped open, it looks like he has found a new sense of freedom within the four walls of this room. With you, and with the man who sits comfortably in the armchair on the far side of the room, eyes on you as he waits for you to pass across the cigarette. 

Angel Devil is something all of his own entirely. He is still fully dressed, not a single crease out of place in his attire, as he rests his head lazily atop his arms, long lashes batting at you in such an enticing way that it is a wonder you haven’t risen from your spot and plonked yourself in his lap already. 

His wings are tucked up flat behind his back, angled just right with how he has bent forwards so that they aren’t being squished against the chair. They flex subconsciously with each rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, almost like they’ve a life of their own separately to him. 

Angel is, you think, so very deserving of his namesake. Ethereal and otherworldly as he smiles fondly at you, the dim light of the bedside lamp reflecting off his halo and casting faint golden slivers across the bed and the walls. It is like he is trying to illuminate yours and Aki’s resting forms from where he sits, gentle kisses of light heavensent, his own personal rendition of an embrace. 

There is no name given to the situation that the three of you have found yourselves in, though there certainly are plenty if you were to sit and think about it. It’s fairer that way, you decided early on, to each of you. After all, the Public Safety Division isn’t exactly the place one works when they want to maintain lasting relationships with other people. 

And yet you always find yourselves in each others’ company of a night. 

Sometimes it’s just two of you, if someone is unlucky enough to have to work late. But more often than not it is all three, sitting together like this in Aki’s bedroom, passing cigarettes between each other as if it were utter blasphemy to each nurse your own. 

Perhaps it is something about the intimacy of the action, the indirect kiss (as childish as Aki might deign to tell you it is), and the bond of trust that comes with directly sharing the little nicotine sticks like this. Whatever it is, it is tinged with a fervent emotion, an unfathomable longing that brings you back to one another night after night. The desire to be whole, maybe, to fill the void that lingers within the shell of your heart. 

And it is this same intangible desire that has Aki bringing a fallow hand to your cheek and pulling you to him when you return to the bed, pressing kisses to you with all the same admiration as a hoarder with their grandest treasure. His lips pass against you like static, a pleasant tingling sensation that blossoms out from the point of impact and ripples across your skin. 

It is so very easy to fall into a rhythm when you kiss, senses heightened by sheer virtue of touching one another, the culmination of the past few weeks of teasing and flirting finally coming to fruition now that you have the chance to have one another like this. 

Angel finishes the smoke you’ve just given him, stubs it out on the little ashtray he’s kept on one of the chair arms. “I can go,” he offers, causing you to lift your head and turn to him, “if you want to… carry this on?”

But you are reluctant as he says this, and a shared glance with Aki tells you that he is as well. It has never seemed right to exclude Angel from the sex that you have, but he always insists that it isn’t worth the risk of skin-to-skin contact. Always finds an excuse to leave before you can convince him to stay. And it makes sense, sure, but it doesn’t stop the fact that there is always a void missing from the carnal activities you partake in.

“You don’t have to leave,” Aki says. “We don’t have to do anything if it’s going to make you uncomfortable, or make you go home.”

“I know it helps you unwind,” Angel pouts, rising to his feet. Of course, thinking of your wellbeing no matter how much he’ll insist he doesn’t really care. “And I can’t get involved anyway, so why stay?”

“Angel, darling, why don’t you tell us how you want us?” you suggest, fidgeting against the plush sheets beneath you. “This way you can be a part of it too. It’s not fair to ask you to leave, after all.”

It takes a moment for Angel to respond, the wires in his brain short-circuiting at your proposal. He’s frozen in stasis at first between standing and sitting, hands still gripping the arms of the chair in mid-lift. His gaze flickers between you and Aki, both of whom look back expectantly as you await an answer. The reality of your proposition seems to be sinking in as his mouth opens and closes, words forming but not quite escaping.

And then he sits. And then he speaks. 

“On top,” he says hesitantly. “I want you to be on top of him.”

Obediently, Aki moves to lay beside you, fingertips lingering against your waist to coax you into straddling him. 

After a few airy laughs whilst you fumble and reposition yourself on his lap, you are at last sat the way that Angel has directed. Aki’s cock strains in his trousers and presses against your clothed pussy as he reaches up to claim your lips, rubbing in just the right way to catch your breath in your throat. 

Aki steals the hitched air from you, swallowing it as he kisses you hard, hastily unbuttoning your shirt and pushing it off your shoulders. You shrug it off the rest of the way, tossing it to some imageless void on the far side of the room, reaching down to unzip Aki’s trousers as he grinds urgently against you. 

“Is this… good for you?” you check with Angel, resting your head upon Aki’s shoulder as he works at unclasping your bra. He is watching with wide eyes, blown-out pupils, and a wavering breath. Giving you a furtive nod in response in lieu of verbal coherency, you take his actions as a sign to continue and lean back on Aki’s lap, tenderly pulling his cock free from his boxers. “Okay, let me know if you want us to stop. That goes to both of you, of course.”

Aki’s warm breath fans against your cheeks heavily in anticipation as his eyes close and his chest heaves. Your hand finds his dick readily and he rises to your touch as you grip him, a needy whine slipping from parted lips. He falls into a responsive acquiescence easily whilst in your hands, pliable like putty, and the quiet moans that spill from him sound so pretty as they roll down his chin. 

“Tell me, Aki,” Angel hums, confidence finding him now as he folds one leg elegantly across the other, leaning back in the chair, “how does it feel with them touching you?”

“Good,” Aki pants, “feels so good.”

“You can give him more than that, my love,” you urge, kissing along the side of Aki’s neck. “What exactly feels good?”

Accented by a particularly loud gasp as you squeeze the base of Aki’s cock, he murmurs, “feels good when you do that, when you’re rough with me, please.”

“Good boy,” you say, pressing another kiss for praise. His nails dig into your shoulderblades as you stroke him, the slight biting pain keeping you grounded. 

With your full attention on Aki now, him reverent and hot beneath your wandering hands, you can hear Angel shifting to your right. It must be just as torturous to him, watching his partners engaging with one another’s bodies and being unable to join in, as it is for the pair of you missing out on the chance to touch him in turn. 

His direction is indulgent, selfish, urging you to shift whenever you get a little too into the moment, just so he can get the best view possible. But it is worth it, to feel him there with you in any regard. And Aki is even more responsive tonight than when you fuck alone, as though the sensation of being watched and commanded has heightened his senses and elevated him into a separate state of bliss. 

There is something about the three of you occupying this space together, even if you weren’t currently hazed with carnal desire, that feels like you have sequestered yourselves away in a personal segment of paradise. Nobody can encroach on your privacy here, no public safety offices, no death, no destruction, no annoyingly endearing not-quite-explicitly adopted teenagers. The weight of reality has lifted from your shoulders as though it has evaporated into the air around you, still present, but now negligible here. 

“Fuck,” Aki moans, dragging the tips of his fingers against your flesh as he reaches for your clit, desperate to hold as much of you as he can every step of the way. Your movements jolt as the sweet friction of his gently circling thumb wracks through your body, and you swear that the room starts to spin when you rock against him to encourage him to press in deeper. 

As the first orgasm of the night hits you, it is steady, building up like a stream of bubbles and bursting in billowing swells. Aki’s cum spills out onto your stomach and you press your forehead to his as you both ride out the last few thrusts of your climax, peppering feathery kisses to the tip of his nose. 

“Do you want us to do anything else?” Aki asks to Angel, absently running his hand across your shoulder as you come down from your high.

“Could you… eat them out?” Angel suggests. You can see how his wings twitch in anticipation, as does his cock, at the thought, and it brings the heat pooling back to your pelvis already.

Aki’s attention turns to you- “you okay with that?”- and when you nod eagerly, situating yourself on your back and spreading your thighs invitingly, he laughs at your enthusiasm. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You’re already soaked from earlier, your sweet pussy glistening in the light as Aki grasps onto your hips and settles between your thighs. His tongue is so hot when it presses against you, runs through your folds and laps at your clit. Fingers threading through his hair, your head falls against the pillows, crying out when his tongue dips inside you. 

Aki eats you out with practice, with fervour, taking breaks to nip across the expanse of your thighs until they are squeezing either side of his head and you are quietly urging him to continue, to stay right there and to keep doing that, just like that, good boy.

“Make a mess for us,” Angel commands, voice soft and light and so pretty as it breaks through the symphony of your moans and Aki’s gentle hums of affirmation echoing as praise against your dripping cunt. 

It is all you need to spill over the edge for a second time, crying out incoherently as this orgasm hits you harder and with far much more sensitivity. Your clit aches through the aftershocks, cunt clenching at the sudden lack of friction. 

“Fuck,” you say, tone imbued with a giggle as the last throbs of pleasure ebb and flow from your body. “I hope you guys don’t want to do anything else tonight, I don’t think I can take it.”

“Sure you can,” Aki taunts playfully, leaning in close to steal a kiss. “Just one more?”

“Hmm, I don’t think so,” you laugh harder, squealing as he continues to smother your face in kisses. 

“What about if it’s for Angel?” Aki says, gently turning your head to face the devil in question. You exchange a glance with him, drinking in the blissed out but certainly not sated expression that glimmers in his eyes, as Aki whispers against your ear. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint our sweet boy when he’s been so patient with us, would you?”

“Okay,” you hum in agreement, “for Angel. That okay, baby?”

Angel perks up as you call across to him and voices his approval, readjusting his position on the armchair to get comfortable once more. 

There is a quiet moment as Aki positions himself over you, one hand cradling your cheek and the other steady on your hip, where those gentle glimmering reflections from Angel’s halo paint the room once more. You are bathed in gold for several seconds, which stretch into endless hours as your breaths intermingle in the space between you, chests rising and falling in sync.

Angel may not be able to physically touch either of you right now but it is more obvious in these few seconds than it has been all evening that he is so intrinsically tangled into your lovemaking tonight. When Aki pushes into you, it is Angel’s name you gasp into his shoulder, and if you were not so drowned out in the pleasure of feeling full, you would have heard the same name tumble from Aki’s lips in turn. 

You are so used to the sensation of Aki by now that you could map his body blind, but there is something new in the mix tonight and it leaves everything feeling so much fresher, as though you’ve been dropped back into unchartered territory and told to make your way out again. It is thrilling, addictive even, to feel Aki, to revel in the warmth of his body against yours and the familiar sound of his hips slapping against your own, whilst hearing another voice in the mix, another set of frantic breaths and another scent that mixes with the familiar smell of your usual sex and turns it into something so much more.

“Does that feel good?” Angel pipes up airily, earning muffled groans of satisfaction in response as you find a steady rhythm to match Aki’s thrusts and your cunt starts to clench around his cock. He beckons your attention with a lilting call of your name. “How does it feel to be so stuffed with Aki’s cock?”

“Angel,” you whine, fingers digging into the firm curve of Aki’s ass to draw him deeper within you, to feel every single inch of him as he fucks you, “stop teasing.”

“What do you think I could do if I were there too?” he continues, paying no mind to your half-hearted protests. “Maybe I’d take your ass whilst Aki fucks you… or you could have my dick in your mouth. Perhaps I’d fuck Aki whilst he fucks you- oh, you both seem to like that one.”

Despite his words, Angel is just as flushed and dishevelled as the pair of you, his own hand tightly fisting his dick and his hair a mess cascading across his shoulders as he slumps heavily into the armchair he occupies. 

He garners more confidence in the heat of the moment, becoming more vocal, as though he has to babble out every thought in his mind whilst he unravels. And you certainly can’t say you mind it, as each word brings you closer to the edge, brings Aki closer, hot breaths mingling as you dip in to steal a kiss, and another, and a third whilst he fucks into you. 

Aki’s cock pulses as his thrusts falter, as he kisses you with such unbridled vigour that the air is stolen entirely from your lungs for the second time tonight and you feel lightheaded when your third orgasm of the night finally comes crashing over you in waves. Your body feels electric, alive, like every single nerve is awake and feeling absolutely every single sensation coursing through you. 

In your ears and the base of your neck, you feel your own heartbeat thudding. 

Aki takes your face so tenderly in his large hands as you come down from your high, placing sloppy haphazard lips to your forehead and nose and chin. 

As your head lulls to the side, you see Angel with parted lips and flushed cheeks, hand still resting atop his softening cock and cum painting his chest as he watches you fondly. You smile across at him and the little quirk of his lips in response is enough to sate you before Aki steals your attention once more. 

“I’m gonna get some stuff to clean us up, okay?”

“Mmh,” you nod slowly, “okay.”

With the bed to yourself, you spread your arms out and stretch your muscles to realign yourself in the wake of your previous activity. Getting comfortable in the middle of the pillows, you turn to Angel again. 

“Was this good for you?” you ask quietly. “I mean… I know it can’t be the same as the real thing, but did it help?”

“It did,” he says. “It was better than I thought it could be.” 

“I’m glad,” you say. “We've wanted to find a way for you to join us in this for so long.”

“I’ve wanted that, too,” Angel agrees, stretching out his wings and groaning under the exertion. “You both look so pretty when you’re fucking like that, you know.”

Giggling, you toss one of the throw pillows across at him- “don’t say that! -” but he catches it easily and cradles it to his chest as he laughs back at you. 

He looks adorable like this, cheeks and nose still pink, even his chest dusted lightly with red, and sweat making the shorter strands of hair on his forehead cling to the skin. Pillow clutched against him like a lifeline, tight in his grasp as though he's trying to substitute it for something else. 

"I want to touch you so badly," he complains, sighing as he collapses back into the chair again. "You think Aki will be up for another round?" 

"Not tonight," the man in question replies smoothly, tossing a spare towel across the room. Angel doesn't catch this one as easily, the fabric instead thwacking him square in the face and skewing over his head. "We've got work in the morning." 

The pout Angel gives as an attempt to convince Aki otherwise fails to win out, whilst Aki attentively cleans you up. He runs a warm damp washcloth across you to wipe away the cum staining your cunt and stomach, patting your thighs to encourage you to spread open again for him. "C'mon, the quicker I do this the sooner we can all cuddle." 

Which has Angel practically scrambling to clean himself up in turn, getting up and heading to the chest of drawers by the window to rummage through Aki's old shirts. A looser one procured for himself, one he slit holes for his wings in long ago, lays folded neatly on the top and he hangs it across his forearm as he digs around for another one for you. 

"Ooh, that one!" you declare as you spot your favourite, a baggy old thing that was already several sizes too large for Aki when he first got it, and you catch it when Angel tosses it across to you. You lose yourself in the soft cotton fabric as you wrestle it over your head, but eventually it is on and you finish up your bedtime outfit with the bottoms you brought with you. 

Aki has since settled into bed beside you, arms around your middle and drawing you close into him. It’s far easier to lay yourself wholly against Aki, with no worries about how you’re positioned. His chest is broad and comfortable, pectorals like pillows as you nestle against them, and his thick arms squeeze you gently whenever you shift, like he’s reassuring you that he’s still there. 

And although it is a little more awkward to situate Angel, you choose to be the one closest to him when you lay like this in case of accidents. After an argument following the discovery of Aki’s remaining lifespan, you had decided that it was less risky to situate you in between the pair of them. You had the chance to have a much longer life ahead of you, more to get away with on the very unlikely chance that Angel would sap something from you as you all sleep. 

Angel gets to bury his head into your chest this way, though, embracing you as fully as he can manage, with his mouth in the perfect vicinity to press grateful kisses against your clothed collarbone and along the slope of your breasts as you allow sleep to take hold of your weary forms. Loose strands of fine pink hair tickle your chin as you resist the urge to kiss atop it- just in case- and you lean your own head back into Aki’s chest as he runs his hand idly along Angel’s covered shoulder. 

You’re sandwiched between the two of them, really. A physical buffer, a conduit of the tender affection that passes through the veins of all three bodies like a live electric current, like the three of you, when kept together, are a complete circuit pulsing with something far beyond any of your comprehension.

And yet none of you could ask for more as the early hours of the morning draw near and the city lights filter beneath the thick blackout curtains, a subtle reminder that the return of the life you’ve spent the evening avoiding approaches ever nearer with each passing second. 

You’ll wake in the morning to Angel somewhere across the other side of the room, having shifted impossibly in the night and practically flung himself off the bed. Aki will have risen before you and left to make breakfast for the pair of you, and for the insatiable teens that will almost certainly be the cause of your awakening in the first place. The bed will be yours alone for those first few solitary minutes of the day, before you finally have to force yourself from your reverie and face the world. 

But it is home. 

And it is enough. 

[todaysbat]

Bat of the Year 2024 || Full list of nominees

Here are the 20 nominees for Bat of the Year 2024:

Rafinesque's Big-Eared Bat (Corynorhinus rafinesquii)

Florida Bonneted Bat (Eumops floridanus)

Pallid Bat (Antrozous pallidus)

Common Pipistrelle (Pipistrellus pipistrellus)

Whalberg's Eppauletted Fruit Bat (Epomophorus wahlbergi)

Hairy Legged Vampire Bat (Diphylla ecaudata)

Pied Butterfly Bat (Glauconycteris superba)

Spix's Disk-Winged Bat (Thyroptera tricolor)

Spectral Bat (Vampyrum spectrum)

Canyon Bat (Parastrellus hesperus)

Indian Flying Fox (Pteropus giganteus)

Egyptian Fruit Bat (Rousettus aegyptiacus)

Honduran White Bat (Ectophylla alba)

Gould's Wattled Bat (Chalinolobus gouldii)

Srini’s Bent-Winged Bat (Miniopetrus srinii)

Mexican Free-Tailed Bat (Tadarida brasiliensis)

Hoary Bat (Lasiurus cinereus)

Trident Leaf-Nosed Bat (Asellia tridens)

Little Brown Bat (Myotis lucifugus)

Malaysian Flying Fox (Pteropus vampyrus)

[swift-creates]

@chrumblr-whumblr day 6: tied to a chair

wc: 435 | warnings: kidnapped, does this technically count as torture child abuse or both, that trope where character is tied to a chair and being punched etc, blood, some swearing | characters: Damian Wayne (pov), Tim Drake

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Damian pulled at the ropes around his wrists and wished they were handcuffs so he could dislocate his thumbs to get out of them. Or at least dodge the punch aimed at his head. But it landed, and his head snapped to the side, and he wished it even harder. 

“Not so hard to clip the little birdie’s wings, now, is it, boys?” the lead henchman jeered, and his cronies laughed uproariously as Damian glared up at them, blood dripping from his mouth down his suit. “If you wanted a Robin with wings, you should have gone after Red Robin instead. But then, none of you low-level thugs seem to have much intelligence at all.” They stopped laughing. Damian allowed himself to admit that pissing off a bunch of men much larger than himself, especially when he was tied to a chair with no backup present, had been a bad move. 

The leader bent to push his face uncomfortably close to Damian’s. “I’m gonna make you eat those words, kid. Think you’re all high and mighty and better than us, runnin' around with the Bat. Yeah” — he looked back and gestured to one of the others — “I’m gonna make you eat those words real quick.” The thug left, then came back with a hefty length of pipe and handed it to him. 

Ah. Fuck. 

“You gotta learn, birdie, that if ya mouth off like that, you ain’t gonna have a mouth soon enough.” The leader paced languorously in front of him once or twice, then pulled back, and Damian squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the impact of metal on flesh and bone-

There was no impact. Instead, there was the sound of blows landing, then multiple heavy thuds, and he opened his eyes to see Tim standing over the incapacitated thugs. 

“Only I get to threaten my brother, shithead,” he snarled, aiming one last kick at the leader before turning and crouching to cut Damian’s ties. “Where are you hurt?” “I am fine. A split lip does not qualify as an injury.”  “An injury’s an injury, Dami.” Tim wiped the drip of blood away with a gloved thumb, and winced just as Damian did. The ropes fell away, and he stood, feeling strangely reluctant to let go of Tim’s arm. They started to walk towards the exit.

“I wasn’t going to let him hurt you.” Tim’s voice was hushed, and he didn’t look at Damian as they stepped through the doorway. But Damian looked up at his older brother, stopped walking, and nodded. 

“I know.” 

Then Tim did turn to smile at him. 

“Good.”