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turtle-babe83 · 2 years

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Ouija Be Mine?

Mikey x F!Reader

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only

“Do we have everything?”

Mikey glanced around at the candles lighting his bedroom. This whole thing kinda gave him the shivers but he would never admit that to you, not with how much he wanted to impress you. It all started when you asked his older brothers how they got together with their girlfriends. Donnie and Leo had shared a look, then told you this wild tale about how they thought a ghost had taken residence in the lair and that he was playing matchmaker. You ate it up. It was eerie and romantic all at once. Mikey wasn’t sure what he thought about it. He had tried and tried to “make contact” with this alleged entity, but was never successful. So when you brought over the Ouija board and a bag full of candles, begging him to help you try to talk with the spirit, he cringed inwardly before agreeing with his signature grin.

It made sense to you to hold this séance the night before Halloween, believing the veil between worlds to be thin enough to allow for a visitation. You set up the board on a little makeshift table and placed the planchette in the center. Setting a stack of loose paper and a pen to the side, you nodded to yourself. If you were to get in contact with a ghost, perhaps he could write a message. You then placed a bell on the other side of the board for the spirit to ring to answer questions. You weren’t sure if you were doing everything right but you had watched enough ghost hunting shows to make a good guess.

“Okay, dim the overhead light and let’s get started,” you said with excitement in your voice.

Mikey dutifully adjusted the dimmer switch and came to sit beside you. You instructed him to place two fingers on one side of the planchette while you placed two on the other side. Mikey noted that your eyes twinkled in the candle light and felt butterflies erupt in his belly. You were so damn beautiful.

“If there is anyone here in the room with us, please make your presence known. We wish only to speak with you,” you intoned. “Do you have any unfinished business that you need help with? A message for loved ones?”

You continued with your barrage of questions but the planchette remained still. The temperature in the room was still comfortably warm and there was no noise other than the sound of your own breathing and Mikey’s stomach which chose that moment to make its protest. When you looked at him, he shrugged.

“It’s past time for my midnight snack,” he explained.

You thought for a moment, then an idea came to your mind.

“Mikey, I’ll be back in a few. I’m going to grab some items that may be familiar to the ghost, like some snacks or tools. It might draw him out,” you muttered, snapping your fingers. “I’ll grab some of the leftover pizza so you can eat, too!”

You strode from the room on a mission. Mikey watched you go. His mind wandered over your curves and your megawatt smile. You were so sweet and thoughtful, the perfect woman in his book. He was so immersed in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the temperature drop in the room for a few minutes. When he realized he could see his breath coming from his nostrils, fear began to creep up the back of his neck. If he had hair, he was certain it would be standing up right now. The air felt charged and for the first time, Mikey didn’t feel like he belonged in his own bedroom.

“Dude,” he whispered, all bravado out the window.

The planchette began to tremble. Then, ever so slowly, it moved to “YES” and then moved back to the center. Mikey knew right then that if turtles could change color, he would be white as a sheet right now. He reached towards the board, then jerked his hand back as if he’d been burned.

“J-Joe?”

The planchette glided over to “YES” again. Mikey’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. This couldn’t really be happening. He must have bumped his head in training…or…or Raph finally knocked his brain loose from smacking him in the head. Ghosts weren’t real! His breathing began to hitch as he fought not to hyperventilate. The planchette moved again.

“A-S-K…H-E-R…O-U-T,” he spelled aloud. “Wait, you mean, y/n?”

Back to “YES.” Mikey felt his heart nearly stop. Did a ghost really want him to ask you out? His brothers’ stories echoed in his head. Was it his turn for a little ghostly meddling? He gulped. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, but cleared his throat and tried not to sound like a terrified little boy.

“But, what if she says no? What if she sees me as only a friend? Or worse, what if she’s disgusted by the idea of being with a mutant? I don’t want to ruin our friendship,” he rambled, letting all his fears roll off his tongue into the open.

The planchette moved once again, spelling “L-O-V-E…Y-O-U”.

Mikey chuckled nervously, “Ugh, yeah, love you too, man. But what does that have to do with y/n?”

The room grew more frigid and Mikey could sense the spirit’s irritation. “N-O-T…M-E…H-E-R.”

“Oh! That makes more sense. Except…are you sure? I don’t think I can handle rejection. She’s my best friend and I don’t want to ruin our friendship if you’re wrong.”

Mikey started as he felt a gentle pat on the shoulder. Whirling around, he found he was still alone. But then, one by one, different items in his room began to rock back and forth, moved by an unseen hand. It took only a moment to realize that each thing was a gift from you. A Build-a-Bear teddy wearing a little Knicks uniform, a puka shell necklace with a sea turtle charm, a set of pen nunchucks**, among other things. Mikey smiled fondly at the memory of your happiness from giving him each gift. The photo that he kept of the two of you laughing through an awkward selfie came floating over to land on the Ouija board. You had accidentally knocked him over just after the photo was taken, landing in his lap. You had giggled adorably and waited a moment longer before climbing off.

The planchette began to move again, just as Mikey heard your voice getting closer to his room. “L-O-V-E…H-E-R…W-E-L-L.” Then it moved back to the center, and the room became warm again. You came barreling through the door with an armful of random stuff. Bags of chips and a screwdriver fell out of your hands as you breathlessly began to explain what all you brought with you and how it might entice the ghost to come forth. Mikey watched you fondly as you chattered on. Then abruptly, you stopped. Gingerly, you picked up the photo and looked up at your best friend.

“Mikey? Why was this laying on the Ouija board?” you asked quietly.

Mikey debated his answer, then went with the blunt truth, “Joe put it there.”

You blinked. It never occurred to you that maybe the ghost would only speak to Mikey. Of course! He lived there in the lair with them, so he probably thought of them as his family or roommates, or whatever ghosts consider the living. But what would a ghost be doing with their picture?

“Did you-did you talk to the ghost, Mikey?” you whispered, almost reverently.

He gave a hesitant nod. You held up the picture.

“What did he say?”

Oh boy. It was now or never and Mikey felt like he might throw up. He swallowed hard, then looked at your brilliant smile in the photo you held up, and decided that no matter how you responded, he would regret it forever if he didn’t tell you how he felt. Gathering all his courage, he opened his mouth and said the words that would change everything.

“He wanted me to tell you how much I love you.”

Now that the words were out in the open, they hung heavy between the two of you. You stood very still, processing his proclamation. Mikey loved you? Mikey loved you! Your heart swelled with joy until you saw the crestfallen look on his face. The boisterous turtle looked like he could cry. Dropping the photo, you skirted the table and threw your arms around his neck, hugging him tight. His arms tentatively wrapped around your waist.

“Mikey,” you sighed into his neck, “I love you, too.”

“You do?”

You pulled back and looked into his hopeful eyes. Beautiful baby blue eyes that you would gladly fall into and never come back. Instead of answering, you moved in for a kiss. The moment your lips touched his, you felt his gasp, then his arms tightened around you and he kissed you back firmly. Tender lip locks grew feverish and hungry. You bit at his lower lip and the groan that erupted from his throat caused you to have to clench your thighs.

“Mmm, Mikey,” you moaned, trailing your kisses down his jawline.

Suddenly, you found yourself lifted in his arms and he hobbled over to his bedroom door to shut and lock it. Your back was pressed to the door with his hard body right against you. The reason for his odd walk grew evident as a hard bulge pushed into your lower body.

“Damn,” you breathed, eyes widening at the size of it.

Mikey immediately apologized, “Sorry, I shouldn’t- I’m moving too fast.”

“No,” you shook your head, “this is fine, this is…good. I was just surprised by how large your, um..”

The orange banded turtle grinned, “My c-shooter?”

His what? You gave him a quizzical look, asking, “Your…C…shooter?”

“Yeah! Like Donnie’a pea shooter but it shoots cum, so c-shooter.”

You couldn’t help it, you burst out laughing. This was one of the things you loved most about him, his mind was both creative and hilarious! It made you curious how that part of him would translate in the bedroom. Determined to find out, you pulled him back in for another kiss, pushing your tongue through his lips and savoring his groans of satisfaction.

He pressed his cock more firmly against your clothed folds, rolling his hips for emphasis. You managed to whimper a plea for more and he brought you over to the bed, laying you down gently. You started to push out of your clothes and for a moment, Mikey watched in shock, then he quickly followed suit. Once you were down to your panties and bra, you suddenly felt self conscious. You bit your lip, thinking about all your imperfections, like the cellulite on your thighs and the stretch marks on your ass. Then you chanced a glimpse of his face and felt warmth bloom in your chest from the look of pure adoration he was giving you.

Mikey couldn’t believe his eyes. You, the most beautiful girl he knew, was stripped nearly bare and offering yourself to him. He had hoped, daydreamed, and wished fervently for a moment like this but never truly thought it could come true. Tentatively, he reached out and brushed his fingers down your cheek, continuing his trail down to the front clasp of your bra. Holding your soft gaze, he slipped his finger under and popped the clasp open. You pulled the two pieces apart and shrugged it off. Kneeling at the foot of the bed, Mikey slid his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to the edge. He nuzzled the underside of one breast with his snout, then to your great amusement, muttered, “Bon ‘appetitty’ to me!”

Amidst your giggles, he latched on to one sweet nipple and sucked strongly. Your moan egged him on and he lavished attention all over both boobs with his tongue and lips. You were going to have one hell of a hickey on the side of one. You smoothed your hands up and down his massive biceps, admiring his muscles and strength as he indulged himself. Suddenly, he launched himself up to kiss your lips again before tugging the sides of your panties and asking, “Can I?”

“Please,” you murmured, heat flooding your face.

As you lifted your hips and watched him slide them down your legs, you noticed how wet your panties were and felt another wave of embarrassment. Mikey looked at them for a moment before tossing them over his shoulder.

“Wow, Babycakes! I can’t believe you got that wet just for me!” he preened. “I really want to be inside you right now, but I just gotta have a quick taste.”

You nodded your consent, and his “quick taste” snowballed into a very thorough and not so quick feast. From the first lick, he was hooked on your flavor. His tongue wound in between your folds and all around, exploring and gathering all he could of your essence. His tongue laps were noisy slurps and his swallows were loudly vulgar. All of it combined to bring you to a thigh-shaking high, and you clenched your thighs around his head as you rode out your orgasm.

“That was amazing,” he exclaimed, grinning widely with your juices coating his chin. “I wanna make you do that again!”

You laughed and pulled at him until he lay over top of you. You wiped some of the excess wetness off his face but still tasted yourself on his lips as you kissed him again. His hard length rested against your thigh and you couldn’t wait to feel it deep inside. Your breathless begging of, “Mikey, please, please, please!” coaxed him to line up to your entrance. The spongy head of his cock popped in and out teasingly as he savored the first feeling of your tight canal. Hooking the heels of your feet under the bottom of his shell, you pulled in hard and sent him balls-deep in your pussy. You both cried out as he struck your cervix.

“Did that hurt? Are you okay?” he asked instantly.

You squeezed your walls around him and watched his eyes nearly big out of his head.

“I’m fine but I’d be better if you would move,” you purred, with a roll of your hips.

Mikey could take a hint. He pulled back and rocked forward, building a perfect staccato rhythm instinctive of a polished drummer. His cock rubbed you in all the right places and you were soon moaning his name. He sat back on his haunches and lifted you effortlessly into his arms, bucking up and thrusting from below. Your lower belly tightened as another orgasm seized your womb.

“Mikey! Oh god!”

“That’s it, Angel, you feel so good,” he groaned.

His hips moved at a pace that you couldn’t keep up with, allowing him to have full control as he fucked you through his own release. One more straining thrust and he lowered you both back down on the mattress. He laid to your side to avoid crushing you and watched in awe as his thick seed ran out and made a sizable wet spot on his comforter.

“So, we love each other…and we totally just fucked, I mean, dayyyyum, that was incredible…” Mikey trailed off. “Are we like, together, now?”

You nodded your sweaty head and grabbed his hand, bringing it to your mouth to kiss his knuckles.

“Yes, Mikey, I would like that very much.”

Mikey pulled you close to hug you tight, sprinkling kisses all over your cheeks and neck and making you giggle again.

“Thanks, Joe!” he called, and you got the second shock of the night when the candles flickered and went out.

You felt a chill go down your spine and then a thought crossed your mind that freaked you out.

“Um, Mikey? You don’t think he watched us, do you?”

Mikey pondered for a second, then shrugged with an eye ridge wiggle, “Huh, a voyeur ghost? Give me a few minutes to recover and then we can give him a real show.”

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**yes, this exists, I have two of them lol

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cartoonsaint · 1 year

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800 words, contains swearing and mention of benrey's canonical foot fetish, based off of this post (which happens to be deep in my queue rn). this will hopefully become something longer but we'll see!

Sunkist reaches the emergency meeting button before Benrey's kill cooldown is up. Under the sound of the blaring alarm he hears Gordon in the other room shout, "God, DAMMIT," but by the time everyone's audio kicks in he's composed himself well enough to sound almost convincing when he says, "What, what? Who called the meeting, it's barely been a minute, what happened?"

Benrey exhales through his nose, lips pursed. Not bad, but it's not gonna be enough.

"Grrrawf," Sunkist says, sniffing wetly at her mic for a solid five seconds, and reverse-sneezes twice.

fuuuck, Benrey thinks, watching her cast her vote and Tommy immediately follow. Feetman's screwed. Time to jump ship.

"W-wait, what?" Gordon says, voice way too high to be believable. "What'd she say, I, can someone translate—"

"i saw him too," Benrey says. "in electrical. feetman vented— me n' sunkist saw."

Gordon makes a strangled noise, and the sound of a socked foot kicking the wall between them echoes through reality and Benrey's headphones. He bites his lip to keep his growing smirk from somehow becoming audible.

"Really, Benrey? Did you really?" Oh, man, he's pissed. "Are you— are you sure that's what you saw? Benrey? Because I, I wasn't anywhere near there, so—"

"yyyup," Benrey says, casting his vote. "had to bodyguard sunkist all the way to the button, you were, uhhh—" He considers his words as Gordon laughs in disbelief. "chasin' us with a biiig knife."

"No, no, that— there could be an impostor!! And, also, what you said doesn't even make fucking sense, Benrey, because the game doesn't even—"

"There's two impostors, dumbass, that's how the game works," Bubby says. "I'm voting for you just for that."

"NO, I meant— the fucking, the Shapeshifter, they could have—"

"Well if the... person... they saw, wasn't… you, Mr. Freeman," Tommy's dad interrupts, "then where. Were. You?"

"I— I dunno, some hallway," Gordon says. "You guys are all jumping down my throat, how am I supposed to remember when I can't even catch my breath—"

"Iiii dunno," Darnold hums. "I was on cameras the whole time and I haven't seen you in any of 'em. Also, have we noticed that Forzen's dead?"

Benrey grins, imagining that twerp whining uselessly into his mic as a ghost. Benrey'd merc'd him in the cockpit. He hopes seeing Benrey pass as a crewmate now is eating him up.

"I'm the Scientist, it happened almost immediately," Bubby offers.

"Hmm!" Coomer says. "Gordon, didn't you go off with young Forcebeam early this round?"

"No! I— I mean, yes, but I didn't even—" He'd helped Benrey' corner him. Benrey'd smacked a kiss to his mic as Gordon vented away afterwards; he'd never loved the man more.

Oh well. Priorities change; shouldn't have gotten caught so early. Benrey picks at the scratched edge of his game cartridge as votes are cast and Gordon fumbles.

"It— guys, how do we even know they were telling the truth in the first place?? Both of them could be in on it, together, partners! There's two impostors, right? I bet it was Benrey who got Forzen, we all saw him go that same direction, right, and he and Sunkist could be—"

"Mr. Freeman!" Tommy sounds scandalized, hurt. Benrey bites his lip and pinches his nose shut so he doesn't laugh and spoil the whole thing. "Are you suggesting Sunkist would lie? :("

"I— Tommy, she was literally impostor the LAST ROUND. She killed you. She's been lying this whole game—"

Sunkist chuffs into her mic; the G-Man hums. "I'm afraid I… agree, Mr. Freeman." A checkmark appears next to his name as Gordon groans.

"Nooo, no, I— listen, okay, I, I didn't want to say earlier, but I'm actually the Engineer—"

"Nope!" Coomer casts his vote.

"FUCK," Gordon says, kicking at the wall between them again. Benrey hopes he's not hurting his toes too bad, though he supposes if he is then maybe Benrey'll have to help tend to them later… Maybe if he's good Gordon'll even let him try out the new nail polish he got. It's gonna really pop against Gordon's skin tone. "Did you all already vote for me? God, dammit, you guys, it— I DIDN'T EVEN KILL FORZEN, IT WAS BENREY."

"dude," Benrey says as Gordon casts the last vote, revealing: six beans for Gordon, one orange bean for Benrey, and a lime one for Bubby.

"Oh, Harold, how could you?"

"You claimed to be the Scientist, dearest, when I know well you're really the Professor—"

"BENREY'S THE OTHER IMPOSTOR," Gordon shouts. "WE WERE WORKING TOGETHER, VOTE THAT FUCKER OUT IMMEDIATELY, HE—"

His mic cuts off as his little orange bean falls off-screen. "FUCKER," Gordon hollers in the other room, followed by the crunch of delicate equipment. Red text pops up on Benrey's screen: Gor2inspanish has left the game.

#saint writes #hlvrai

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scarfacemarston · 2 years

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All Epilogue Journals and Transcription

Note: This does not include the 100% completion spoilers. I really challenge you to read through this and still tell me that John is not as complex as Arthur. They just portray it differently. I’m not saying you have to like him - just that he is so much more than “just a dumb angry man”. I still encourage everyone to play the game. It’s not the same through here. It’s a beautiful story and ties up nicely.

Transcript: Being back in this country made me dig up Arthur’s old journal again. Odd few years wandering. back here, this country that we ran to when things went crazy all those years ago My mind is full of ghosts. Been a tough few years. Jack don’t like me and Abigail cannot stand me or is it the reverse?

Killed a feller because he looked at me funny. Abigail wants me to settle down - To what? Everything I’ve tried has gone wrong, for so long now, ad now I’m back in old country. Well I guess the north didn’t turn out so good.

So now I’m a farm hand. Until I lose my temper again, I guess. Working at a place called Pronghorn Ranch. They seem to like me because I’m big and nasty and they surely ain’t. And some local tough guys seem to know they aint. Well I guess Abigail can’t have everything, but she won’t be able to deny I’ve at least got a normal job.

Pronghorn Ranch ^

I’m not much of a rancher but I can still give a big mouth a good smack. Abigail still seems to despise me. Jack ain’t sure but I reckon he aint none too keen.

She’s a gone - she went a - She went and left me. Gave me enough warning, I suppose. She weren’t wrong, I’d leave me, if I could. What now? No son, no woman and a no good rancher on a no good ranch. These rich bastards, the Laramie want old Geddes dead. If I had a brainI”d go work for them. But I kind of like Geddes.

Good news - I now own a ranch. Bad news, I now have Uncle with me. Or is it the reverse? If he don’t shut his mouth, I’ll paint this place with his blood. I bought a dumpy bit of land for Abigail and she ain’t here. Instead I get Uncle.

How the hell did this happen? I got the worst of all things. I miss Abigail. I’ve been a proper fool for longer than I can remember. FOR ALWAYS.

Went to Saint Denis with Uncle because Charles Smith was there and in trouble. Charles had taken to boxing and did not seem to be in too much trouble after all, until we stumbled into some local gangsters who wanted to shoot both of us But not he’s here and I’ve got a completely different family to the one I had a while ago. Not sure what to make of that.

This countryside is full of some of the worst scum and maniacs I’ve ever come access. Guess we fit right in. Went to buy lumber t build a new house. Got jumped by some local gang everyone is terrified by. A hand Charles had hired got himself killed. Wonder if these bastards will bring trouble and how much.

Saw Sadie Adler again. Guess I thought she’d been dead. Maybe it’s just me that’s been dead. I don’t know. Was good to see her. She’s a bounty hunter and suited to the work. Saw her put a knife clean through the hand of some big old boy she was fighting with. Ain’t seen her since she and Arthur saved Abigail and Arthur saved my life. We headed north and she turned to this line of work

Built ourselves a place to live - never thought I would say those words. Now I just need a family and a way of paying off these debts. Went off bounty hunting with Sadie, who I’d met again after all these years, and whole thing turned crazy. Thank god Abigail weren’t around or she’d have skinned me herself.

Abigail and Jack came back. Whole of my life suddenly makes some kind of sense. If only I could pay off these damn debts - and if only I could have been a different man all these years I wasted being a fool.

I’M GETTING MARRIED. She thinks I’m a real fool and she’s right, only she don’t know quite why I am a fool.

We got married and we danced and Uncle made us laugh - and Jack seemed real happy. Sadie left, after she fixed herself up. Charles went off hunting something or other as I knew he would. Uncle ain’t going anywhere. Saw Dutch, damn near broke my heart again after all this time. Wanted to kill him, but I didn’t. Saw Micah was never gladder to see a man die. Whatever peace and happiness I can find in this world, I know it’s a better place with him out of it. Storyline finished. 100% Game completion journal entries not included here - but in separate post.

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catreginae · 1 year

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Ghosts of the Past: Goodbye

Warriors gets a chance to say goodbye and finally get some closure.

This is the first part! Please read it first or this will not make sense.

“They're corporeal enough to hurt him but we're not corporeal enough to do anything about his bleeding? This is bullshit!”

“I'm sure that Laine will come back with help.”

Warriors slowly opened his eyes to find two transparent figures looming over them. One of them was a woman with blue eyes surrounded by freckles and auburn hair that was pulled into a tight bun. The other was somebody with dark hair cut short with dark-brown eyes, and it took a second for Warriors to remember that they didn't identify with any gender... wait where did that come from? How did he know that? He blinked away the grogginess. He knew them.

“Hariette... and Jay... I'm so sorry.”

They were good soldiers. They survived the war with him, only to die in this forsaken field. He could see the injuries that did them in too. Hariette still had a giant gash in her neck and he supposed that being a ghost was the only reason why she could talk at all. Jay had a hole between their eyes from an arrow.

Jay smiled. “Welcome back to the world of the living, Captain,” they said with a playful salute. “But you don't have apologize for anything. Our deaths are not your fault.”

“But-”

Hariette frowned and made to smack him, only for her hand to phase right through him. He let out a hiss at the sudden chill that went through his body. She glared at her hand before opting to just cross her arms with an exaggerated pout.

“I think she agrees with me. Although I would rather have not died, I don't regret any of my choices in life. I'm glad I got to serve one more time too...”

“Yeah, what Jay said! We all knew the risks, Captain. We all knew what could happen. We could have backed out of the military after the war when we got the chance but we stayed because we wanted to keep protecting our kingdom. We were there because we wanted to be. I can't speak for everybody else, of course, but that's the way it is for us.”

Warrior closed his eyes, resisting the sting in his eyes. They shouldn't have to say those things, they should have survived. He should have been able to pull everybody through to the other side but he failed. He failed everybody. Even the ones who survived had a hard time staying in the miltiary, the battle forever haunting their memories.

“I'm-”

“Don't say anything. You're losing a lot of blood and we can't help you,” Jay said, putting one of their hands through his leg to emphasize their point. Warriors shivered in response. “Save your strength.”

“We won't forgive you if you join us tonight!”

“Keep your eyes open if you can though, so we know you're still here. Laine went up to find help.”

Opening his eyes took more effort than it should have. Warriors was well aware of that fact that his strength was starting to wane. He was dizzy, cold, and sore, from from well.

“WARS?”

He blinked. That wasn't from Jay or Hariette but he knew that voice regardless. It shouldn't be taking this long to remember something. It was a voice he knew heard just hours ago...

“Warriors!” Two figures joined his side. Ah, Wild and Twilight. “Dammit, he's pale,” Wild muttered, his hands instantly going to the wound on his leg. Twilight had a hand over his arm wound and Warriors hissed in pain at the new pressure. If they could see the ghosts, neither one of them mentioned them.

“Heading to the old campsite was a good idea, Jay. I found a couple of friends who were already looking for him.”

Another figure, this one with blonde hair tied into a braid that wrapped around her head. Her eyes were brown and kind and easy smile graced her face, despite the fact that there was a giant wound that stretched from her left shoulder down to her right hip. Laine. He could remember her being one of the mother hens of the group. Of course she would find the others.

“You're in good hands now,” Laine continued. “We should get going. If we're going to stay, we shouldn't burn ourselves out.”

“True, true,” Hariette mumbled, standing up. She saluted. “It was good to serve once again, Captain! Keep kicking monster butt for us, got it?”

She vanished. Jay was the next to stand, also offering a salute of their own as they began to fade. “It's been a pleasure. Don't grieve too much for us – just do your best for us.”

Instead of saluting, Laine bent down and unlike Jay or Hariette, he actually felt her hands as she placed her hands on both sides of his head, tucking his hair behind his ears. His eyes stung again as tears welled up in his eyes. “You're doing great, Link. We're all so proud of you.”

With that, Laine was gone. All of them were.

Suddenly, he was being lifted up and a bottle was placed at his lips. He drank the potion that felt way too thick and before he knew it, everything went dark again.

~+~

Warriors opened his eyes and immediately closed them once he found the sun directly overhead. He tried to turn so that he wasn't looking directly into the sun when he opened his eyes again, but more than one pair of hands stopped him and rolled him to the other side instead. Oh yeah. His arm. Even if the potion did close the wound, it would still be sore for a bit. Once comfortably situated on his side, he opened his eyes again. Wild was beside him.

“Where... are we?”

“Twi took you back to camp,” Wild said. “Can you sit up? Hyrule and Sky said you should drink some more potion if you can manage.”

He blinked as he processed his words. He rolled back on his back, planted his hands on the ground and tried to push himself up but the pain in his arm made it difficult to do so. It was only thanks to Wild supporting his back and taking some of the weight off of his arm that he managed to sit up. He muttered an apology as the cook was forced to bear more of his weight, letting him rest on his chest as he pried the cork off of the bottle to pass to Warriors. Thankfully, he had just enough strength left in his body to take bring the potion to his lips and drink the potion on his own.

It didn't taste like a red potion he was familiar with, and it made him feel drowsy as well but he suspected that more to do with the blood loss and exhaustion he already had. He sagged into Wild's arms and chest.

“It's alright, you can go back to sleep. You're safe now.”

He frowned but he couldn't fight how heavy his eyelids were...

~+~

Warriors woke up feeling a lot better than he did before. It was still bright out, so he hoped he was only asleep for a few hours. He was well enough to untangle himself from his blankets and join the others at the campfire where Wild was cooking lunch, so he was thankfully correct about the fact that he didn't sleep all day. He found a seat beside Sky, because he knew Sky was the one person who didn't care if anybody used his shoulder for extra support. Everybody greeted him, asking him how he was doing, but he could tell that they were hoping for more.

And he owed them more.

He didn't know if everybody saw Laine or if it was just Wild and Twilight. He did know they would have seen his sorry state when he was carried back to camp, though.

“About last night...” he started, wringing his hands.

“You don't have to say anything if you don't want to,” Sky mumbled.

Warriors elected to ignore him. “The field we were on last night before I took us here? It was the sight of a brutal battle. We won but the causalities were pretty devastating,” he started, avoiding the gaze from the others.

“Was this during the war?” Time asked. Warriors merely shook his head.

“No, it was afterwards. The fighting didn't stop just because the war did. There were many monsters still out there at the time, still are a lot of monsters, and they're opportunistic. The monsters in my era aren't necessarily smart but they know an opportunity to attack when they see one. The war wiped out our supplies and many of those who survived were too injured to continue to fight or left the military to go back to their day jobs. We were trying to assist with the reconstruction as well. We were stretching everything pretty thin. So when a large group of monsters attacked.... we weren't prepared.”

“So the memories were getting to you last night.” Wars didn't know who said that but he nodded along.

“I wasn't only the one either. I guess none of the soldiers who died that day really moved on. I saw them again last night as ghosts. Some of them blamed me for their deaths and attacked me, actually landed some hits too, but when I was starting to struggle, some of them came to my defense... I'm not sure where I would be without them.”

Warriors didn't consider it before, but there was a good chance he could have died that night if people like Jay, Hariette, and Laine hadn't shown up last night to defend him. He was tired and injured and for a while there, horribly outnumbered. The odds weren't in his favour, especially when he lost consciousness before the battle was even over.

Sky put a hand on his on his bicep and pulled him closer. “It's not your fault they died, Warriors. I hope you know that.”

He wasn't too sure about that. Logically, he knew there wasn't much more he could have done at the time, not with the fact that they didn't have much time to respond, they didn't have the supplies to respond, and without the number of soldiers he was used to. All around, the situation sucked for everybody. However, there was that little voice in his head that wondered if he could have done more. What if he had more soldiers doing patrols and scouting to find the monsters earlier? What if they had a different formation once they were one the field?

What if what what if what if what if what if what what if what if what if what if what if

Then he thought of what Hariette, Jay, and Laine said, and their words pushed the little voice in his head back a bit.

“Wars?”

“Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“If this place has bad memories for you, do you want us to leave?” Four asked. “You should probably rest up a bit more but if you can't rest here, we'd be happy to move.”

“The memories are unpleasant, that's true. Yet... I actually want to stay. Just for one more night.” He didn't need to look up to know that everybody was confused. His response was weird, even to him. A bunch of people made it clear that they didn't want him around, but for some reason, he felt like he still had some unfinished business, something he still had to do and he couldn't stand the idea of leaving without doing it. He needed something that felt like closure.

“If you're sure, that's what we'll do,” Time answered.

“Thank you,” he mumbled. He sat in silence, trying to figure out what would settle his heart.

~+~

Warriors still felt a little weak when he woke up the next day and forced himself through his morning routine. He washed his face, brushed and styled his hair, and frowned at the bags under his eyes. He had some lotion that made them look less like he got punched in the face but he knew the only thing that would really hide them was makeup, which he did not have on him at the moment. Warriors made a mental note to stock up.

Once he was dressed and mostly ready to go – ideally he would rest another day to be battle ready but he was at least fit for travel – he shoved a ribbon into his leather satchel and located Wild, who was sitting with Twilight as both of them looked down at the slate. Twilight was looking at it in suspicion, glaring at the slate like it insulted his mother.

“Wars!” Wild said with a grin as he looked up from his slate. “How are you feeling? You were still kind of out of it yesterday.”

“Well enough to travel, at least.”

“Good! We're glad you woke up early, there was something we wanted to ask now that it's just the three of us,” Twilight started. “When you took a long time to come back, Wild and I went to go search for you, and that's when we came across the ghost. We couldn't hear her but it was clear that she wanted us to follow her and well, it was a good thing we did. Who was she?”

Warriors looked at his feet for a moment. “That was Laine. She was one of the mother hens... she liked fussing over us after a rough battle or trying to send us to bed if she thought we weren't sleeping enough. You don't know how much you appreciate people like that until they're gone...” He rubbed at his face with his hand. “The other two were Jay and Hariette. They were in my platoon for the entire war, even when others decided to betray us, and they died in this field. Jay had a good head on their shoulders and they were one of the voices of reason. They were good at mentoring the new soldiers too because they were good at easing their anxieties. Hariette... she lived her life putting her all into everything. Whether she was happy or angry, she was never really quiet about it. She brought a lot of energy wherever she went.”

“It sounds like they were really good people,” Twilight said softly, taking a glance at his own feet. Warriors just let out a sigh and instead of trying to continue that conversation, he tried to circle back to why he wanted to talk to Wild in the first place.

“Wild, do you have an old sword or halberd you're not using and wouldn't miss?”

Wild simply responded by tapping on his slate a couple of times and producing a cracked but not yet broken sword. He quirked an eyebrow as he handed it over. Warriors thanked him and headed back down the hill and to the field where he had to fight for his life for the second time. He walked to the middle of the field and stabbed the sword into the earth, then tied the ribbon he stashed in his satchel earlier to the hilt. It was a simple marker but as far as spontaneous markers went, it served its purpose well enough. It was fitting for soldiers too, at least in his own personal opinion.

Warriors stepped back, taking in the sight of the small sword in a large field, the ribbon he tied on blowing gently in the cold breeze that welcomed him to the field the night the portal took them to the field. It seemed so small, but he knew that if the battle was recognized by historians at all, it would probably just be a footnote. It was only big to him and everybody who fought in that battle, whether they survived or not.

“I'm sorry so many of you died...” he started. “I'm sorry I couldn't help more people. I'm sorry more of you aren't here today. I was your captain, your deaths were my responsibility.”

He knew his words meant little to those who died, assuming any of them were actually listening to him at the moment. After all, he was the one who was still alive and that was more than he could say for any of them.

“But... I'm not ready to join you any time soon. I'm not sorry that I'm still alive. I intend to fight and protect Hyrule and all who live in it until my last breath. I'm not going to let your deaths be meaningless. I'm not asking for forgiveness... just the chance to keep fighting and try to do right by you guys.”

Suddenly, the cold wind from before was suddenly warm. The breeze that previously chilled him to the bones suddenly felt like a comforting campfire, the kind of campfire that he used to sit at with people like Hariette, Jay, and Laine. Warriors glanced at the sword again, blinking in confusion.

“Wars!”

He turned around and found Wind, waving his arms.

“It's time for breakfast, come on! Time says we can't leave until you eat!”

Warriors looked at the sword and the little ribbon tied to the hilt once more. He managed a small smile. “I'll be back one day, with something a little nicer. I won't forget any of you, I promise.”

“WARS!”

“Coming!” he called, running back towards the hill to rejoin Wind.

“What were you doing?” Wind asked.

“Just... saying goodbye for now,” Warriors said softly.

It's finally done! I don't like jumpy it is but… it is what it is. I hope everybody likes it.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe fanfic #tw minor character death #tw blood #lu warriors #my writing

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A Fiercely Bleeding Heart (Lucifer/OFC): Chapter 5

Story summary: Emery (Our lovely OFC) owns a thriving coffee shop smack dab in the middle of Monroe City, Mo. She’s well known for her unique coffee drinks and her “coffee charity”. What happens when a woman with too much heart- and not nearly enough common sense- comes across the fallen archangel in his mostly human state? Will Lucifer behave, or will he bite the hand that (quite literally) feeds him?

Warnings/Tags: Loosely based around S.13 E. 13! Plus size OC, OC is gullible and a big softie, Lucifer in his nearly human form, Soft Lucifer, Dean and Sam cosplaying FBI agents again, Canon typical violence, Non-Canon compliant story line, Soulmate AU-ish?, canon typical cursing, NOT a slow burn, not beta’d we die like our king Crowley, smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected smut, commitments are made, soulmate bonds are formed, praise kink, Luci can dirty talk with the best of them (we all know his sass would be sinful in bed), drama coming up though because we can't be happy 24/7 amirite?

A/N: Come one, come all. We've got emotions. We've got sex. We've got... praise kinks? Again, it's been a while since I've written smut so here's to praying (to Lucifer) that it's good!

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“So… are you going to explain the soulmate thing?” I asked, curiosity getting the best of me as I traced up and down his torso.

His stomach clenched hard, cock bobbing up reactively as my fingers traced the sensitive line of skin right above his jeans. I could clearly hear the heavy sigh from where my ear rested atop his chest but didn’t say anything, giving him the time he needed to reply.

“It’s a little hard to focus when you’re doing that, princess,” he groaned when my finger dipped just beneath the denim.

“Fair, but we’ve got some time to kill,” I replied cutely, “So, soulmates?”

I sat up carefully as he adjusted his position to lean up against the headboard then rested my against his belly, enjoying the prickly sensation of his happy trail tickling my jaw as I began trailing little kisses across his abdomen.

“Fuck, uh, okay. Quick rundown. Dad was big on giving the illusion of freedom of choice. This was one of the few things where he actually did give it though,” he started, breath catching as my lips ghosted over his navel, “Each human has a handful of possible soulmates, and they can choose to either accept or deny the bond, but before the decision is made, they experience an intense attraction to one another.”

“What would happen if you denied it?” I asked, eyes darting up quickly to read his expression.

“Nothing really. The attraction would die out eventually and their link would be severed,” he replied.

“And if they accepted it?”

There was no hiding the breathiness in my voice and I could feel my face warming up when he smirked down at me. A hand ran into my hair and pulled on my curls gently.

“Then the bond is created. Once humans are bonded with their soulmates, they experience a higher rate of shared emotions, higher sex drives, compatibility for future children, so on and so forth,” he explained, “And the bond can never be severed unless they both choose to end it or one dies early.”

“And… And Nick was one of mine,” I murmured.

For a moment, part of me wondered what it would have been like if I had met the human before the angel, but I just couldn’t picture it. I was sure Nick was great but there was just something about Lucifer’s personality that drew me in as much as his looks.

As his fingers massaged my scalp gently, I felt another wave of contentment wash through my veins and I couldn’t help but nuzzle my face against him.

“Wait,” I said suddenly, “But you’re an angel. It was Nick who I had the possible bond with, not you, so-”

“Why am I affected?” he finished with a sigh, “While in our human vessels, we still experience the same draw that the human would experience. Most choose to deny it, too focused on being good little soldiers for daddy, buuuutt… If an angel chooses to bond with their vessel’s soulmate, it means they’re bonded to the human.”

“Oh.”

I couldn’t bring myself to look up at him after that, my thoughts going a million miles an hour. Did that mean we were bound now? Or was there something else that had to be done for that? Of course, there was the chance that he wouldn’t even want to create that bond. He made it clear his dislike for humans. Maybe this was just morbid curiosity on his part.

As his fingers tightened in the hair at the nape of my neck, a flash of lust overtook the uncertainty plaguing my chest and a gasp escaped my lips.

“I can practically feel you overthinking, princess,” he sighed, “Do I need to fuck you dumb again?”

God fucking damn it. How did he know all the right things to say?! For a self-proclaimed almost-virgin, he sure could dirty talk. But then again, I do remember the bible talking about Satan’s silver tongue and he was quite verbose in every other matter concerning communication, so why should sex be any different?

Worrying my lower lip, I tried gently pulling away from his hold and let out a sigh of relief when he let me move. I quickly resumed my previous trek, pressing open-mouthed kisses and soft bites along his flesh until I came to the edge of his jeans once more.

“I think I’m rested enough,” I murmured against his stomach, “If you’re okay with this?”

The way his cock jumped against his zipper told me everything but I still waited for his answer.

“Yeah, go ahead,” he said, voice thick and low with obvious need.

A little grin crossed my lips as I curled my knees beneath me and set about popping open the button of his pants, wasting no time unzipping the fabric and jerking it down his thighs. Thankfully he helped me get it to about his knees before I abandoned the project, attention now solely focused on the noticeable bulge straining against his dark blue boxer briefs. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves before leaning down once more, balancing myself with one hand on his meaty thigh while the other gently pulled at the waistband of his shorts. I made sure to pull to one side only to keep his cock covered while my lips explored the slight dip of his adonis belt.

The gasp he let out nearly took my breath away and I couldn’t resist trying to draw out another one. His skin was warmer here, though still cool compared to my own. It was an interesting sensation against my tongue as I traced the line. On my way back down, I let my teeth gently graze his flesh and he jumped in place with a soft curse.

“You’re killing me here,” he groaned as I moved to copy my motions on the other side.

“Tell me you don’t like it and I’ll stop,” I shot back quietly.

As I stretch over to take a soft bite of his hip, I was almost thrown off balance when one of his hands came up to smack my ass hard. The slap was almost as loud as I cry I let out, but I didn’t let it deter me from my destination.

“Just remember, as much as you tease me, I’ll give it back tenfold,” he threatened.

A little whimper filled my throat at the thought and I finally peeked up at him from under my curls.

“You wouldn’t,” I retorted quietly.

Lifting one brow, he smirked and asked, “Wouldn’t I?”

My eyes fluttered shut in shock as I felt his fingertips trace along my ass, deviating to follow the line between my thighs and cheeks, only to stop right before touching where I needed him most. A pitiful whine was all I could manage when I was finally able to look at him once more.

“Fine, you win,” I pouted.

Honestly, I wasn’t really all that upset. I was just as eager to please him as he had me. Fingers tugging on the elastic symbolically, I pulled at the offending article of clothing and was rewarded with a snap of his fingers, leaving him deliciously bare.

“That shouldn’t be as hot as it is,” I blurted out as my eyes roamed his long, lean form.

Of course, he was perfect everywhere. It had been obvious from the moment his jeans were down but now there was no denying his size. Thankfully, he wasn’t overly long, probably just a bit over average if I had to guess, but, gods, was he ever thick! He was also curved upward, slightly to the left, made even more evident by the puddle of precum dripping onto his belly. Fuck. If I was blessed enough to be able to actually fuck him, I knew I’d feel it for days after.

Nerves grew frantic in my stomach once more as I finally shifted into the perfect position, ass up and head down, balanced with one of his thighs as I leaned in close. I tried to throw out all worries of what could go wrong and instead focus on the now, on the literal perfection that I was granted to touch. With a steadying breath, I let my fingers teasingly trace up the underside of his cock. The way he shuddered made his dick tremble and I couldn’t help but smile. It was reassuring that he was actually into this too.

Leaning down further, I gingerly lapped up the evidence of his excitement and earned a gruff moan in response. I gave into temptation and wrapped my hand around him, marveling at the fact my fingers couldn’t even touch, though only slightly.

“Why are you perfect?” I scoffed under my breath.

Unfortunately, he heard me, evident by the snicker he let out.

“Far from perfect, princess, though I appreciate the compliment.”.

I made another note in my head, this time to tell him exactly how perfect he actually was later, then ran my thumb over his head. He shuddered again as I dragged the pearlescent liquid down his length. I took my time exploring him, tracing the veins and dips of his cock, making him twitch and gasp, before finally taking him into my mouth. It was a struggle at first, my jaw aching at the stretch, but the burn was so worth the sinful snarl he unleashed.

One of his hands came to tangle in my hair and the other found my bottom once more. There was no prelude to his touching this time. As I leaned forward to sink farther down his cock, his fingers hastily found my core and thrust in.

My moan was muffled around him but there was no denying he could feel it as well as he heard it with the way his hips canted up. I had to focus hard not to gag around his length as he thrust against my throat but I managed it, just barely. The next time I wasn’t so lucky, the little noise of discomfort apparently enough to get him to let me up some. I took a deep breath through my nose before going back down. I’d be damned if I wouldn’t make it work. This wasn’t the first time I’d deep-throated someone, although he would be the biggest.

He let out a huff of frustration before shifting his grasp on my hair, managing to pull most of the strands back and expose my face.

Fuck. He was watching. Of course, he was, what guy didn’t? But the sudden added pressure made me double my efforts. If he wanted a show, I’d give him one, though I wasn’t sure how nice it was with the tears streaming down my face.

Unfortunately, my concentration was broken when he hooked his fingers down and started fucking me at the same pace.

“You’re crying,” he grunted out shakily.

I popped up enough to explain that it was a natural reaction to my gag reflex and assured him I was fine before I swallowed him down once more with difficulty. His thighs tightened beneath me as I dug my nails into his skin, and, in turn, he started rubbing my clit.

“Sh-Shit! You can’t- I can’t focus when-”

“You’re doing perfect, doll, don’t stop,” he rumbled lowly.

A little whimper fled my lips as the pleasure started building once more in my core. It was hard not to fall into the desire to chase my own climax when he was working so hard toward it. I managed to shake myself free with a shudder and decided to change trajectory, letting my hand take over where my mouth left off while my tongue found the tender flesh of his balls.

“Oh fuuucckk!”

My scalp screamed with pain as he jerked unconsciously against my hair but I fought through the burning, my hand picking up pace until the slick sound was heavy in the air. There was no denying how close he was with the way his body went taut under me, his cock throbbing with each pass of my fist and his balls pulling up tight. I quickly shifted and wrapped my lips around him once more, letting my hand take over the gentle caressing of his sack. His precum was thick over my tongue and I had to keep swallowing it down to avoid drooling like an idiot.

“Stop, stop- Emery!”

I let him pull me up, panting heavily for air as I tried to ask what was wrong. Had I hurt him? Before I could fumble out a full sentence, I was suddenly thrown onto my back with him over me once more.

“Tell me yes,” he demanded, voice heavy with sex and need, “I need to hear it.”

“Yes, Lucifer, please fuck me,” I gasped out.

With his next breath, he thrust in.

Pain came first, burning at being stretched so suddenly and thoroughly, and I couldn’t help the yelp that escaped. My nails bit into his shoulders as I tried to remain calm and breathe through it. Despite the fact I was soaking wet, my body was having just enough trouble adjusting to his size to be problematic.

“Emery? Do you need me to stop?” he asked as he halted his movements.

I hastily shook my head no and managed to open my eyes enough to find his worried gaze. I was once again hit was a mixture of emotions for the fallen angel that made my heart twist in the best ways.

“I just need a minute. You’re bigger than I’m used to, and, well, it’s been a long time,” I admitted timidly.

“Of course, just tell me when you’re okay.”

Rather than sit and wait awkwardly as most would, Lucifer surprised me with a hungry kiss. My body instinctively clenched around him, tearing moans from us both as our tongues battled. It was strange to have such inexperienced kisses that felt so right. After a few moments, I could feel my muscles relaxing and it drew out a relieved sigh.

Giving a gentle bite to his lower lip, I whispered, “I’m ready, please move.”

Thankfully he didn’t waste any time, though he definitely took it much slower now. It was daunting to feel the way my body had to accommodate him. It was also the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. When his hips finally met mine, there was a simultaneous relief between us both.

“You okay still?” he asked softly.

“Very,” I assured him, sneaking in a quick kiss.

That was all it took. Given the go-ahead, Lucifer drew out and slammed back in. Gone was the pain, pleasure replacing it with ferocity.

“Oh g- Lucifer!” I whimpered into his neck.

I couldn’t help but cling to him as he set a steady pace.

“You feel sooo good, princess,” he growled.

My heart fluttered with joy and I hastily pulled him into another biting kiss.

“So perfect, Lucifer. Never felt this good,” I whimpered.

The way he shuddered and kicked up the rhythm told me all I needed to know. Lucifer was apparently as much a sucker for praise as I was. Leaning up, I fought through my lust-fogged mind and nibbled at his throat, clenching my muscles hard around him in a way that had him growling as loud as I moaned.

Every drag out left my core feeling empty and each thrust back in filled me beyond belief. It was overwhelming and I never wanted it to stop. I could feel the tears returning as I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts and chased that familiar high.

“Wha-”

He shifted back suddenly, much to my surprise, but my question was interrupted with the way he jerked my hips down. Spread open and back arched as my thighs rested over his, I felt beyond exposed. A flush covered my face as his hand slowly ran up and down my belly, arguably the plushest part of my body save for my ass.

“So beautiful,” he mused, almost as if to himself, “How did I get this lucky?”

Fuck, and there were the emotional tears. I prided myself on being pretty damn good at keeping my emotions at bay during sex but, with Lucifer, it was a whole other beast. Trying to push past them, I slipped my hand down and linked our fingers, earning a surprised look from the archangel.

“I should be the one asking that,” I teased back softly.

He smirked and gave a quick squeeze to my fingers as there was a shift in his gaze before grabbing my hips once more, holding my frame still, and giving an experimental thrust.

I nearly came apart in that instant, my hands tearing at the sheet in some attempt to hold onto my sanity. A debauched moan was all I could manage as my body arched back in search of more, my toes curling into the bedding behind him. The angle created a deadly combination of depth and pressure, his cock dragging oh so perfectly against my sweet spot with each movement.

“That good?” he asked cockily.

“Fu- You- You know it- it is,” I bit out, sounding more whiny than snippy as I had intended.

With a snap of his hips, he retorted, “Hmm, I don’t know. You don’t sound very pleased.”

Despite mortification clawing up my throat, I quickly moaned out, “Noo! Please, please, Lucifer, I need- I need you. Just-”

“Shh, okay, it’s okay,” he cajoled almost condescendingly, “I’ve got you, princess. I did promise to fuck you dumb, didn’t I?”

It felt hard to think, to breathe, to do anything other than exist when he started rocking his hips; And then he brought his thumb to my clit, stealing every bit of air from my lungs.

“Ooh, oh fuck, you’re going to come, aren’t you?” he hissed, “I can feel how tight you are. Do it. Be a good girl and come for me, princess.”

Hearing those words alone was enough to send me over. Lips parted in a silent scream, I scrambled to hold onto something as the torrential bliss coalesced. To my relief, one of his hands found mine, and he held on tight as he shifted over me once more, never once losing his rhythm. It wasn’t until he kissed me roughly that I found my voice once more, my scream finally coming to fruition.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he panted out against my lips, “So good for me, so good to me, only me”

One arm hooked under my lower back, bending me to his will, while the other pinned my hand beside my head as he panted open-mouthed kisses along my jaw.

“Only yours, Lucifer,” I agreed ardently.

Brows furrowing in disbelief, I held on tight as his thrusts grew hard and frantic, and I felt another orgasm coming on fast. The slap of bodies was loud in the room but the breathless noises and moans he let out were so much louder. So many men were silent. It was such a fucking thrill to hear the way my body affected his.

“Say it again,” he damn near begged.

“I’m- I’m yours, Lucifer,” I keened out softly, “As long as you’ll have me, I’m yours!”

He drew back just enough to catch my gaze before crashing our lips together, pulling his arm from underneath to grab bruisingly hard on my hip. The sudden ferocity sent my pulse racing but there was no denying I loved it, nor the way I was practically begging him for more as his thrusts grew violent. And then I felt it, the tell-tale stuttering of hips and the way his entire body shuddered, but for the first time ever, I could feel the flood of heat into my core as he came. That was the last push.

A broken cry escaped my raw throat as I bucked up to meet his stunted thrusts, soaking in the pleasure that rushed through every inch of my body. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long to become oversensitive and I couldn’t help but collapse in on myself as he lazily thrust in once more.

To my relief, he seemingly understood my predicament and stilled his hips, still buried as deep as possible in me. As he relaxed above me, I wrapped him up with shaking arms and pulled him closer, enjoying the weight of his body settling on me. It took some massive focus to keep my hand steady enough to find his hair but I managed and began running my fingers through his blonde strands.

“Princess?”

My lips quirked up at the name and I responded, “Yes?”

“Were you serious?”

The question caught me off guard. It took a second to sort through what he could mean, but then I remembered my last words. Face warming, I let out a positive hum.

“You mean the being yours thing?” I asked to clarify.

“Mhm.”

“If- If you want that, yes.”

My voice was barely louder than my own heartbeat but I knew he heard me from the way the last bit of tension eased from his muscles.

“Good, because I don’t think I could let you go even if you wanted to,” he muttered, voice a mixture of amusement and darkness.

#Supernatural Lucifer #Supernatural Fanfic #Lucifer smut #Lucifer/OFC #Smut #soul mates

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0-Sen Hayato - Volume 3

It feels like it took me a whole year to get through this one lol. It's boring, but not the worst thing I've ever read. Sometimes something spicy will happen (like someone dying or the romance side plot inches forward) and that's enough to keep me going.

Ch. 23

-In this chapter the gang tries to blow off some steam by goofing off and dancing (and getting drunk) but then their superior's superior comes in and chews them out. Hayato and Ishikawa get exiled (?) and sent to the jungle where they run into "a ghost." Meanwhile, the Americans plot their attack.

Ch. 24

-Hayato and Ishikawa find Ishiki in the woods wounded and bring him back to camp despite being exiled. Ishiki warns them about the encroaching enemy and then we cut to some sort of D-Day-esque scenario on the beach. The squad isn't allowed to participate in the battle because their territory is the skies, so they just watch on.

Ch. 25

-The boys continue to scramble to kill themselves for their country and for glory...this is seriously the least relatable thing I've ever read lol

-I don't really get how war works. If the air force can just attack the people on the ground, why didn't they just always do that? Lack of resources maybe? It kinda seems like an OP tactic...

Ch. 26

-This chapter was WILD. Hayato convinces the gang to kill a bunch of monitor lizards and dump their blood in the ocean. Then when the bad guys (Americans probably) attempted to storm the beach a bunch of sharks gathered and ate them all. That's wacky enough, but then they said that 10,000 soldiers were eaten!? Wtf...not possible. (I googled this and apparently there was a WWII incident where an American ship sank and 890 people were left in shark infested waters, probably the closest thing irl to this manga's ridiculousness).

-This manga has an anti-kamikaze stance, but it also shows its heroes as constantly ready and eager to die for Japan so...mixed signals.

Ch. 27

-I kinda liked this one, at least we got to meet Ishiki's sister (now a nurse). Of course everyone instantly has a crush on her because they're women-starved

-Wtf was up with the "muu" grass? It was strangely magical, like a tentacle monster? I guess since the last chapter jumped the shark (hehe) they feel like they can get away with this magical realism BS.

-Ishiki is WAY too committed to his rival bit. Someone needs to smack some common sense into him before he gets himself killed for real.

Ch. 28

-Ishiki continues to act recklessly, but I guess he's just getting away with it for now? Not sure if he just figured out how to compensate for his bad eye or if he got lucky and something bad will happen in the future...

-I think Hayato's dad just died? Hard for me to tell cuz all middle aged men look identical to me. Hayato did say "I sense a disturbance in the force" (paraphrasing). So I'm probably right. That seems like a pretty major character death for this series so I was a little taken aback!

Ch. 29

-Okay phew, I got it right. In this chapter Hayato finds out about his father's death and inherits his plane and katana. I thought the emotion of it all was handled pretty well without going into any melodrama. Since soldiers sign up knowing they might die (especially Japanese soldiers in WII) they'll probably react more stoically to that kind of news.

-We find out that it was the King Satan airplane that shot down Hayato's dad, because of course it was. Gotta give more fuel to the silly rivals plot. Ishiki acts like a douchebag again and is like "sorry about your dad, but I'm gonna make this about ME" lol. At least I can laugh at how cartoonishly shitty he is.

Ch. 30

-Hayato tries to figure out how to operate his Dad's plane which is "different from other Zero airplanes" (or whatever you call those in English). I didn't really get what he was saying about it, but I figured I probably wouldn't get it in English either so it's fine lol

-We get to see the nurse girls again which is always nice. The chubby one with braids is adorable. Of course they made each girl have a crush on their male counterpart (chubby girl likes chubby guy, skinny girl with a hooked nose likes the dude with a hooked nose, etc.) Whatever, there's so little body diversity in anime girls nowadays that seeing this lil bit of variety is refreshing.

Ch. 31

-The Bakufuutai's rival squad (the Shiuntai) get 35 new pilots but they are very inexperienced (only 150 hours of flight training). The Bakufuutai tries to be good senpai and stop them from flying recklessly, but the Shiuntai's leader is being a jerk as usual and tells them they can't tell his squad what to do. I should probably learn that guy's name lol.

-The hairy dude with big lips gets his own big lipped girl who's in love with him. Unfortunately they used this as an opportunity to make her "ugliness" a joke. Hey! If dudes are allowed to look funky girls should be allowed too >:/

Ch. 32

-This chapter was far too dialogue heavy and I barely followed what was happening. All I got was that Hayato and Ishiki were begging their leaders to not send the newbies off on a mission and then Hayato and friends end up being sent off to Manila for some reason. The nurse love interest creepily talks about being prepared to die a bunch...

#zero sen hayato #manga #manga that no one cares about lol

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Dragon Ball GT 14

✨GT Stands for Grandpa’s Timing✨

Luud is at full power, which makes him bright red. Stupidly, Goku and Trunks continue to fight him in base form, despite the fact that they only really made any headway when they briefly turned Super Saiyans and attacked him together. Now, Luud is stronger, but the good guys are holding back for no obvious reason. Also, Trunks gets sidelined, so Goku ends up fighting alone for much of this episode. At least, Goku’s alone on the outside.

Because on the inside, all of the victims Luud absorbed are beginning to wake up, starting with Pan. I don’t entirely get it. At first she seems to be some sort of sleeping ghost, then a ghostly Doltaki tries to kiss her and when she slaps him he becomes solid. Then while she smacks the shit out of him everyone else wakes up to see what’s going on.

Practically everyone in here blames Doltaki for their predicament, so naturally they all want a piece of him, but he claims that he knows how to escape, even though he refuses to talk, since he seems to be more afraid of Mu than of being trapped inside Luud.

Hey, did you miss the Para Brothers? No? Well too bad, because they’re inside Luud and they’re all over this episode. Pan asks them to use their dance magic to force Doltaki to tell them how to defeat Luud, and it works.

✨ “Good” “Ideas”, Poorly Executed.✨

By this point, GT has introduced enough characters in one place that we’re now just sort of having them mingle together, which only compounds their individual shittyness. So now we have the Para Brothers using their spell on Doltaki, inside Luud, in order to rescue the Luud cultists and thwart the evil scheme of Dr. Mu. If any of these characters had been enjoyable, this might have turned out to be somewhat fun, but the Para Brothers are like one of those awful SNL sketches that uses repetition instead of humor, and Doltaki’s a sex offender, and Luud looks like a pile of tomatoes with half the charisma. Oh, and Dr. Mu looks like a shitty knockoff of Dr. Gero. I’ll have more to say about Mu down the line, but for now, you can rest assured that he sucks just as much as the rest of this clown show.

Doltaki points out a “cell” in Luud’s body. When Mu created Luud, he began with that cell, which I guess is the thing he mutated to make Luud a “mutant”. The term “machine mutant” gets used a lot in this series. Dr. Mu, Luud, and I’m pretty sure Mutchy all called Machine Mutants, and I don’t think I’ve ever understood just what that is. Anyway, if you take out that one cell, the rest of Luud will collapse, and everyone trapped inside will be freed.

The catch is that you can’t just shoot it from the inside. Pan can hit it easily enough, but that only dazes Luud for a moment. You need someone to attack it on the outside as well, and those attacks have to happen simultaneously in order to make this work. I’m just going to point out that this weakness never came up for any of the other Machine Mutant characters we’ll be seeing as the show progresses.

So Pan has to contact Goku on the outside and tell him what to do. Fortunately, the Para Brothers have telepathic abilities. Unfortunately, the Para Brothers have telepathic abilities, which means they have to set up another repetitive, unfunny gag where their power only works through song. Then they stop singing their messages, and Pan calls them out on it, which would be satisfying except this wastes even more time.

But they do relay the message to Goku. Luud’s weak spot is almost invisible from the outside, but Goku can sense Pan’s ki when she attacks it, so he knows where to shoot. They tell him to look for a red thing on his body, which is maybe the most unhelpful thing ever.

So Pan and Goku can both shoot the weak spot, but the problem is that they can’t hit it at the exact same time. Goku apparently has difficulty with this sort of timed coordination, which is bullshit because he learned and mastered the Fusion Dance without having a partner to practice the steps.

So what’s Luud doing while all of this is going on? Jack shit, that’s what. This dumb monster was supposed to be the primary threat of this whole arc. They devoted six episodes of this show to Luud and his cult, and now he’s finally at full power, but all he does is sort of stand around, occasionally flailing his arms and saying his name while he waits for Goku and Pan to kill him.

Here’s a stupid question. Why doesn’t Goku just go Super Saiyan 2 and kill Luud by himself? He was doing pretty well before, and he’s not fighting anywhere close to his full power. You could argue that Luud can only be killed by attacking his weak spot, but if that were true then Mu wouldn’t have been worried about getting him up to full strength. You could also argue that Goku might kill Pan and the others if he goes full ham on Luud, but they seem to be trapped inside Luud’s tummy, so I think that means Goku could blow Luud’s head off without hurting anyone.

Another stupid question. Dr. Mu waited twenty years for this? Luud was supposed to be a doomsday weapon, but he can’t even kill one Saiyan. Mutchy gave Goku a harder time than this, and he could actually talk and stuff.

While “the god of destruction” swats at Goku and misses him with eye lasers, Goku talks to the Para Brothers and suggests using a chant to get their timing down, as opposed to a count of three. It works, though I don’t see what the difference is. Maybe this is just a “Goku likes food” joke. Well, it works, so I can’t complain.

Man, that Machine Mutant is toast.

Yeah, more like... burnt toast.

Once Luud falls apart, all of the people trapped inside are teleported back out, including Doltaki, who somehow slips away and takes off in a crappy little spaceship. You know, that kind of looks like the time machines in the Xenoverse games, but not quite.

Anyway, Doltaki kind of doesn’t matter, since his sole purpose was to run the Luud cult, which is now completely destroyed. I guess he could still be a menace if he hung onto that fleshlight that turns people into dolls, but I’m pretty sure we never see anyone use that power again from here on out.

✨Is This Episode Worse than “The Roaming Lake”?✨

It’s got the Para Brothers and Dolltaki, so yes. Yes, it is much worse.

✨Positivity Page✨

So, I don’t have a lot of good things to say about this episode. I guess one bright spot is that it mostly managed to stay focused on a singular objective: defeating Luud. Prior episodes kept getting distracted with nonsense like Giru eating the Dragon Radar, or Pan cosplaying as a bee, or Doltaki just ditching the main plot to hide in his playroom. The final battle with Luud sucked, but at least we didn’t have to keep switching scenes to check in on some other horseshit happening someplace else.

More importantly, I think we’ve finally passed through the absolute worst of Dragon Ball GT. I seem to remember Episode 15 being not entirely terrible, and The pre-Baby stuff is bad, but at least it’s not Zoonama-flirting-with-Trunks bad. The Baby Saga is pretty weak, but I think most fans agree it was the high water mark for GT, so when you watch this series, you start to really look forward to Baby showing up, because the first 14 episodes are such a trash dump.

On the other hand, it never actually gets good, and that’s sort of the trick GT plays on you. Every time I’ve watched it, including now, I keep thinking that the episode I’m on right now is terrible, but at least the next one will be a little better. And I keep watching and keep watching, and then I’m finally on the last episode and I realize that no, it just sort of sucked the whole way through. That’s one reason I keep comparing each episode to “The Roaming Lake”, because I don’t have the patience to rank GT episodes from best to worst, but I still want to establish which episodes are good enough to stand alongside the original DB and DBZ.

✨The Blade Braxton Memorial Haiku*✨

Search Four Planets

To find just two Dragon Balls?

Sheesh. Who booked this crap?

#dragon ball #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #dragon ball gt #really sucks #goku #trunks #pan #doltaki #luud #bon para #son para #don para

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Ghost Restoration

Ghost Restoration Titles

NARRATOR: Welcome back to Ghost Restoration, here, as always, are our experts! Travis Roberts, Psychic, Medium, Empath, who will glare at you if you ask he's a cold reader!

Shot of Travis, dark hair with a streak of white, mild tan, with his hand against a wall.

TRAVIS: I sense a feeling of something that was hidden here.

Shot of the wall being dug into, and old documents found.

NARRATOR: Stacy Torres, researcher of electrical anomalies!

Shot of Stacy, red haired and freckled, setting up several electrical devices.

STACY: If anyone's here, please come in front of the motion detector.

Motion detector beeps and lights up.

NARRATOR: And Francisco Correia, home construction specialist.

Shot of cabinet door opening by itself, then Francisco, blond with a pale complexion, using level and other tools around it.

FRANCISCO: Okay, this door is enough tilted that a slight jar will cause it to open. It's just from one of the hinges screwed in too tight, I'll loosen it.

Shot of Francisco smacking the counter and the cabinet door opens, then another shot of him smacking the counter and the cabinet door stays closed.

NARRATOR: Together, they check out haunted houses for any cause they can find.

Montage of the group in various houses.

FRANCISCO: Okay, you've got a carbon monoxide leak, we're taking you all to the hospital for checkups, then a few nights at a hotel while I fix it.

STACY: Okay, you've got some EMF currents causing the lights flickering, I'll see if I can fix it.

TRAVIS: No, it's all your kid, have you tried paying more attention to him?

NARRATOR: And most of the time? The problem is mundane.

STACY: So, you literally have ants in the wires. It happens sometimes.

TRAVIS: I'm actually pretty sure you've got someone stalking the house. Stacy can set up some cameras.

FRANCISCO: Jesus Christ, that's Black Mold, no wonder you've all been seeing and hearing shit.

NARRATOR: But every so often, something weird does turn up.

TRAVIS: Okay, I actually think this is a legitimate haunting.

FRANCISCO: You only get this from animal rot behind the wall, but there's just dirt... We'll need to dig it up.

STACY: This is the most believable EVP I've ever recorded.

NARRATOR: Today, we're going to the Vargas family, who've been reporting seeing figures out of the corners of their eyes and hearing whispering voices, as well as feelings of pure terror.

Shot of Travis, Stacy and Francisco walking down a residential street. A lot of trees, primarily evergreens, are seen around the area.

TRAVIS: Well, whatever's going on, it sounds awful. I hope we can help them.

STACY: I mean, I can think of a few mundane ways this can happen.

FRANCISCO: As can I, but best to check it out ourselves, and not speculate.

We see the Vargas residence, an older house with signs of recent renovations. Out front is Trent Vargas, weatherworn and balding, with a thing dark crest of hair.

TRENT: Thank you all for coming. Let's go inside.

Inside shot of all four entering, signs of renovations stopped partway through.

TRENT: It started half-way through the renovations. The workmen as well as Anita, my daughter, kept reporting seeing figures out of the corner of their eyes. Then I started hearing whispers, and Alan, my son, refuses to enter his room. It's creepy as hell in there.

The three look at each other. Francisco starts.

FRANCISCO: Could I talk to some of the workers?

TRENT: Absolutely.

TRAVIS & STACY: We'd like to see your son's room.

Trent swallows, then nods.

Shot of Stacy stepping into the threshold of a room, then startling.

STACY: Holy shit, what is that?

Stacy quickly steps back out of the room, shot pans to Travis, looking concerned.

Commercial Break

#based on an idea I saw somewhere #Probably tumblr #writeblr #writing #to be continued

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dekalko-mania · 2 years

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Hello! A bit late, but here's my @phandomholidaytruce gift for @charmingcritter ! I followed their prompt based on outsider POV of Amity/Danny, and a bit on Danno's obsession. Hope you enjoy and happy holidays!

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Tourist Attraction (Ao3)

“I don’t like this.”

“Danny, c’mon. It’s not a big deal.”

He shook his head, arms remaining crossed.

“I’m on your side for this one.” Sam flipped a page in her book, voice monotone as she addressed Tucker. Her legs were thrown over the armrest of her La-Z-Boy, looking completely relaxed now that she’d finished her allotted Team Phantom work. “Why don’t we just figure out a way to go around the obsession?”

“See! Even Sam agrees!” Tucker pushed his laptop to the side, ghost files still taking up the screen. “You can’t go around mad dogging every new person that comes into Amity.”

“Wanna bet?” Danny raised a challenging brow, shutting his own laptop closed.

“Don’t.” Sam raised a finger before Tucker could so much as utter another word. “Or he’ll actually go out and do it.”

Tucker sputtered. “He’s gonna do it anyway! The guy’s got no sense, and that’s coming from me!”

“I take offense to that.” Danny flopped back onto the dark hardwood floor. “What else do you want me to do? Sit back and let all these people we don’t know cause trouble in Amity?”

“We live in a semi-big city,” Sam stated. “People come by all the time.”

“Yeah, but not this many at once. Usually they’re here for like two hours and then leave. And it’s always the same people checking out a restaurant they like or something. These are…” Danny’s expression soured. “Tourists.”

Tucker shoved Danny’s shoulder. “You’re saying that like you’re talking about the plague.”

“Might as well be.” Danny smacked his hand away. “These are strangers. Worse, they’re all curious about our lore. They’re all gonna be poking around where they shouldn’t and bothering the locals. Remember last year when some guy broke into Boxy’s warehouse and the entire city had a box shortage for a week?”

“That was some meltdown.” Tucker whistled. “Poor guy.”

“He set his most prized boxes on fire.” Danny glared.

“Relax.” Tucker raised his hands in reassurance. “I’m talking about the Box Ghost. The other guy can suck it.”

Danny relaxed and sighed. “Yeah well, I don’t think he’ll be the last person to mess around where they shouldn’t.”

“Okay, we understand. You wanna protect Amity, but you can’t stalk the tourists,” Sam reasoned. “We’ve barely gotten your approval ratings up to seventy.”

“I’m not going to stalk anyone.”

“Sure, you’re just going to go up to them and very kindly ask them to fuck off, right?” Sam tossed her book to the side, throwing him an unamused look. “Maybe scare them off with those spooky eyes of yours.”

“Exactly,” Danny grinned, crossing his arms behind his head. “Glad we’re on the same page.”

“Danny, I swear-”

“Wait.” Tucker shot up, conspiratory gleam crossing his eye. “We can’t stop all these tourists from coming in, but what if we use this to our advantage?”

“How are we supposed to do that?” Danny frowned. “Don’t know if you missed it, but my obsession wants absolutely nothing to do with them.”

“Because you don’t know who they are, and they’re not educated on Amity etiquette,” Tucker pointed out. “But, what if we could solve the issue and make a big buck out of it?”

Danny focused somewhere on the ceiling and scoffed. “You want to try your hand at giving tours again?”

“Exactly! With some improvements, of course.”

“Tucker, the last time we did that it was you and me lugging a group of ghost hunters on a bike.” Sam seemed very much not interested. “What could we even use that’s big enough to hold all these people?”

“Danny’s been legally driving the GAV for two years now. Illegally, since he was like twelve.” Tucker glanced at him for support. “How many can we fit in there?”

“If I clean it up and adjust the seats, like ten probably. Not including me and whoever wants to be in the passenger seat.” Begrudgingly, Danny was starting to see the pros to Tucker’s plan. “We can also detract the back walls so the entire thing is one big window on either side.”

“See? Sam, you’re really good at keeping crowd control. You can man the line and all the finances. Meanwhile, Danny drives and we both give the tour.” Tucker waved a hand in one long flourish. “Easy peasy.”

Sam eyed them both and then groaned. “Okay, whatever. As long as I do less of the talking.”

“Yes!” Tucker fist bumped the air. “What about you Danny? Just think about it. We’ll be able to keep track of who comes in, and make sure we lay out some ground rules. Covering all the bases without you spazzing out on ‘em.”

Danny shrugged. “It’s worth a try.”

“Great!” Tucker clapped his hands together. “Now, about the ticket prices….”

….

They had settled on calling their side job the most basic name possible. “Amity Park Tours” was as uncreative as it got, but at least their point went across fairly well. Most of their brainstorming had been Tucker trying to convince Sam and Danny that “A Nice Place to Die” would not make for a good slogan. In the end, he’d just barely gotten them to settle for “A Nice Place to Haunt” instead.

Danny still thought their original idea was better, but whatever. At least their calculated funds would come back pretty good, with ticket prices starting at twenty-five for adults, and fifteen for kids.

He was beginning to mentally applaud Tucker for his genius, until the final blow came just minutes before the tourists were set to arrive.

“You did what!?” Danny didn’t have to guess what color his eyes were flashing.

“Okay, it’s not as bad as it sounds,” Tucker attempted to reassure. “Think about how high the tips are gonna be!”

“I don’t care about that! What’ll I do if my parents find out?”

“They haven’t shot at you in months!”

“Yeah, cause the city’s on their case about it, not because they don’t want to!” It took everything in Danny’s being not to go ghost on Tucker then and there. “How am I ever going to explain this?”

“Okay, wait.” Sam stepped in between them, clearly displeased at the turn of events herself, but calmer than either of them. “You promised them a tour led by Phantom, right?”

Tucker nodded.

She sighed. “Then we’ll give them one.”

“Sam-”

“No, wait.” She placed a placating hand on Danny’s shoulder, meeting him eye to eye. “If we change it now, we’re going to get into trouble and you won’t be able to put a lid on your obsession. If we go through with it, well…how often have we done something like this without your parents noticing?”

“Many times,” Danny acquiesced. “But Sam, if they find out I supposedly let Phantom lead a tour in their assault vehicle….”

“They won’t find out. We’ll make sure of it.” Sam said it with conviction. “Worst comes to worst, we’ll say that they can’t mention it to the Fentons or they’ll get…I don’t know. Cursed or something.”

“Cursed?” Danny frowned. “Really?”

“People will believe anything in Amity,” Tucker agreed. He began to fidget as voices started nearing the vehicle from outside. “C’mon Danny. Have a sense of adventure.”

Danny tsked, picking up the voices more clearly. He was able to distinguish distinct words in conversation, hearing a few people say they were excited to meet Phantom. He knew with a sinking feeling that he couldn’t say no.

“Fine,” he decided. “But I’m getting a higher cut of the tips.”

“Deal!” Tucker grinned, preparing to open the GAV doors. “Now, do your thing, ghost boy.”

….

Danny was grateful that Sam had convinced the owner of the Skulk and Lurk to let them use their parking space. They had a pretty huge lot that was left mostly empty during the day, when their usual customers weren’t about.

It had taken them about twenty minutes to get through all the autographs and pictures, all taken against the backdrop of the building so they could avoid evidence of him using the GAV. It was a familiar routine for Danny, and he very easily settled into his Phantom persona for all the enthusiastic customers.

There was only really one incident that struck him as odd, where a ginger-haired girl similar to Jazz in height and build had used a flash for her first photo. Danny had thought to ask her why, but shrugged it off when another girl took her place.

Once they had gotten through it, the first ten tourists settled into place, while Sam wished them luck on their drive from outside. The air inside the GAV was filled with excited chattering, crowd of people oddly full of energy for 9 AM on a chilly Wednesday.

Danny’s core hummed as he looked over them, pleased that none of them radiated any sort of dangerous energy. More than half of them were teens or young adults in their early twenties, while the two outliers were part of a family. The red-headed girl from earlier, now identified as Jackie, was part of it, sitting next to an identical-looking mom.

He nodded to himself, before pulling out a handheld mic for himself and handing the other to Tucker.

“Alright,” Danny tried out. “Does this sound clear to everyone?”

“Whoa.” A bright eyed, sandy-haired guy in the back peeked his head behind a seat. If Danny remembered correctly, his name was Adrien. “An announcement I can actually understand?”

Danny snorted. “That’s Fenton tech for you. Now, before we start the tour, Tucker here and I wanted to make some, uh, announcements. Tucker?”

“Right!” Tucker’s mic blared for a little, and he winced. “Sorry. So, basically you all probably know about the Fentons, and you might be wondering, ‘why would they ever let a ghost borrow a car made to destroy ghosts?’ Short answer is, they didn’t. Their son Danny did, and he’s currently distracting them while we use the killer SUV.”

“Then why isn’t he here if it’s his family car?” Jackie spoke up. “Why couldn't someone else distract them?”

“He, well…” Danny blanched.

“I have to be here cause I’m ghostly moral support. Danny can’t do math so Sam’s handling the tickets. And, um…” Tucker tried for a shaky grin. “Danny can’t drive?”

Said ghost boy glared.

“Huh.” Jackie settled down, satisfied for now. “Valid.”

“Right, so. Don’t snitch or you’ll be cursed with….really warm pillows.” Tucker coughed. “And short battery lives on your phone. Yeah.”

“Anyway,” Danny interrupted. “We’re starting out at the Skulk and Lurk. Which ironically, is one of the few places in Amity not haunted by ghosts. They were nice enough to give all of you a Phantom discount for today, so stop by for some coffee after or some goth merch. Maybe stay for the poetry slam.”

Adrien’s hand shot up. “Do they serve coffee with ectoplasm?”

“That would be a hazard,” Danny answered. “So no.”

“Then what do the ghosts drink?”

“They don’t.”

Jackie frowned. “But I saw a video of you holding a venti frap from Starbucks the other day. If ghosts can’t drink anything, then why were you?”

“I didn’t say they couldn’t,” Danny backtracked. “Just that they don’t. Usually. You get the taste but it doesn’t do much in terms of sustenance.” He pointed at Adrien. “Though that ectoplasm coffee idea would probably do the trick.”

“So you eat ectoplasm?” The girl looked majorly grossed out.

“Ghosts thrive off a lot of crazy things.” Tucker smirked. “Ambient ectoplasm, pure ectoplasm, emotions, their obsession, the souls of the innocent.”

“You’re going to eat our souls?!” Adrien’s face went white as he pressed against the boy next to him.

Danny smacked Tucker hard enough to dislodge his glasses. “No, I’m not the type of ghost to eat souls.”

“But they exist?” Jackie pressed.

“Sorry, can’t answer that. Gotta focus on the road now.” He did not want to get on the topic of the ghosts of the barren lands. “Speaking of, care to introduce our local botany?”

Tucker got the hint. “Absolutely! So right there is a really haunted bush. See the black one with the smoke coming off it? Looks like it's barely surviving a fire? Yeah if you ever see something like that during your time in Amity, stay away.”

“What happens if I eat it?” The boy Adrien had been clutching asked, still patting the back of his friend’s back.

“What was your name again?”

“Nick.”

“Okay, well Nick.” Tucker clapped his hands. “Someone did actually try that out last fall and they landed a permanent stay in the Ghost Zone.”

“Word?” He was oddly unphased for someone not from Amity.

“No, he’s alive.” Danny cut in. “He just had a really unhealthy obsession with Ember and ended up nearly setting the nearby high school on fire ‘cause of the shrine in his locker. It took a whole day of Khan Academy lessons to snap him out of it.” He gestured out the window. “She’s the one that planted these with another ghost’s help. If you try to blast them, two more grow in their place. For now everyone’s just trying to avoid them until we can figure out what to do. As long as you don’t touch them, you’ll be fine.”

“Ember?” Nick frowned.

Before Danny could explain, Jackie cut in excitedly. “She’s a ghost in her late teens whose obsession is having others chant her name. Or that’s the simplified version at least. It's said that what she really wants is to be remembered. Since ghost deaths are tied to their obsession, you only have to do a little digging into her background to realize why. The other day I checked out the Amity archives at the library and found out there was a girl named Amber McClean who died mysteriously in a house fire. She was alive during the mid eighties, and no one knows much about her except that she wanted to be a musician. I was hoping to maybe see her and ask-”

Jackie stopped suddenly, eyes meeting Danny’s in the rearview mirror.

“First lesson here.” Danny tried hard to keep his voice from shaking, but he couldn’t resist his harsh grip on the wheel. “Never, ever seek out a ghost to ask them about their death. Don’t think about it, don’t approach them, and don’t even ask about their obsession. Those two things are off limits, understand?”

“But, I’m just curious….”

Danny could see that he’d shaken her up somehow. Her eyes were downcast, and a part of him felt bad, but he knew this was important. It was the whole reason they’d planned this out in the first place.

More gently, he tried to explain. “Aside from it being a touchy, painful subject to the ghost, their reaction is unpredictable. They could haunt you, or lash out if they’re less sympathetic to humans. Ember would definitely not take it well.”

“But you’re supposed to be a good ghost, right?” Jackie’s mom ventured to ask. “Would you react the same way?”

Danny knew that tourists were bound to be curious, but he honestly hadn’t been expecting it to get so personal. With a sigh, he nodded. “I’d like to think so. I mean, I don’t want to hurt anyone, and I try my best to stop the ghosts that like to cause trouble. But I might act a bit more hostile, and I’ll ask you to stop.”

“Phantom here doesn’t pick fights with regular people,” Tucker added. “But he will scare the absolute shit out of you if you get him mad. What he means by ‘hostile’ is ‘you’re gonna wanna cry for your mom.’”

“Language,” Jackie’s mom warned.

“Sorry ma’am.”

“Oh c’mon, don’t exaggerate.” Danny rolled his eyes, turning a corner over to a seemingly innocuous brick building. “On a level of scariness, I’m probably a six on a good day.”

“Oh my god.” Adrien gasped, crawling over Nick to get a view outside the window. “Is that Casper High? I saw all the fight compilations on YouTube! It’s like, super super haunted!”

The rest of those in the GAV broke into heavy chatter, pulling out their phones to snap pictures of the school from multiple angles. Some were gushing over the scorch marks on the side of the building, while others craned their heads to try and catch a glimpse of a ghost.

Meanwhile Danny and Tucker shared an equally amused look, the former shaking his head in wonder. It was times like this that reminded Danny that while a place like Casper High could be lame to him, it was practically a national monument to others.

“Like Adrien said, this is Casper High.” Tucker motioned for Danny to drive closer. “Land of expired lunch meat and weekly ghost attacks. We’re on winter break so don’t expect much action. The ghosts here only like to attack when the building’s actually full.”

“And before you ask, no we’re not exactly sure why. Closest theory is that a lot of obsessions rely on the presence of humans. It’s empty right now for the most part, except for, well…” Danny paused for dramatic effect. To his delight, everyone leaned closer. “Sidney Poindexter.”

“Sidney’s here?!” Adrien and Nick both shouted in unison, eyes gleaming.

“I follow one of his fan accounts, he’s so cool!” Nick pulled up a Twitter page and showed it to those around him. “We’re his biggest fans, but we didn’t expect to see him. Ever since Phantom declared him an ally, he’s been going around interacting with everyone.”

“I thought he would only be there when school was in session,” Adrien agreed. “The last video I saw of him was posted before winter break. Some guy was stuffing a kid in a locker and Sidney shoved him into it instead.”

“You know, he’s got some of the most interesting powers among Amity’s ghosts,” Jackie chipped in. “While a lot of them get most of their strength from their defensive powers, Poindexter’s telekinesis and overshadowing abilities are tougher than most. I’d say he practices possession if anything. His control and the length of time he can hold it out for is pretty impressive.”

Danny raised a brow in her direction. “You know a lot for someone not from Amity. How’d you even figure all that out? It’s not exactly common information.”

Jackie grinned. “Conspiracies and the supernatural are really popular in my family. Me and my mom are both super into Amity lore.”

“I think she beats me in that one, I’d say I have more of a passing interest,” her mom chuckled.

“Okay, maybe I’m more into it. One of my favorite cousins lives here and he tells me all the details, he’s super smart.” Jackie shrugged. “As for how I know, I don’t. It was all just my guess based on videos I’ve compiled. But your reaction confirmed it!”

It was quickly becoming apparent to Danny that the girl had much more than a slight similarity to his sister. The way she rambled about ghost lore reminded him of Jazz when she spoke about psychology. Though, she also reminded him of someone else. He just couldn’t figure out who.

“Well, I wish I could call out Sidney for you guys to meet him, but he can’t stray much from school grounds. Even the sidewalk is pretty far for him, unless he’s got a host.” Danny frowned at Nick, prompting him to put his hand back down. “And no, we’re not taking any volunteers for that. But I’ll see if maybe I can get another video of him for you online.”

“Worth a try,” Nick shrugged.

“Don’t worry, the next stop is way more interesting,” Tucker promised. “Skulker blew a hole into the ground there the size of a small car. Maybe we could even get down for a group picture!”

….

They did eventually end up taking multiple group pictures. The route they had mapped out for the tourists ended up including the Skulk and Lurk, Casper High, Amity Central Park, the Nasty Burger, the abandoned houses on the edge of the city, Axion Labs, the observatory, and North Mercy Hospital. There were a few other stops along the way that were lesser known, but not any less haunted in Danny’s experience, that they had given the tourists backstory on.

Some of them had asked why they hadn’t stopped by the GIW Headquarters or Fentonworks, until Danny very dryly reminded them that he was what they got their funding to get rid of. Some seemed genuinely shocked, making Danny wonder if they really did forget he was supposed to be dead, despite his glow and neon eyes.

By the time they had finished the tours, it was nearing five o’clock, taking about an hour for all five groups of ten. They didn’t cover nearly all the visitors, but Danny at least felt better now knowing that the majority of people that came were either fans or simply curious to get to know Amity. None so far had been actual ghost hunters intending to do harm.

Even with all of them, he had a soft spot for their first group, which left with a promise to greet him when they saw Danny on patrol.

He was so lost in thought about his day, that it took him longer than usual to realize the dinner table had gone quiet.

“Sorry, did you say something?” He looked at both his parents, practically vibrating in their seats with anticipation.

“We were saying that we forgot to tell you some very important news,” his mom exchanged a smile with his dad. “Your father and I got a very generous grant in exchange for a small tour of the lab.”

“A what!” Danny dropped his spoon, hoping he hadn’t heard correctly.

“I know, isn’t that great? We get to blab about our tech, and get paid for it!” His tone was completely lost on his dad. “The only downside is that they were only able to come in tomorrow. And you see, we already had a conference planned a few cities over with some fellow ghost hunters.”

“Which means?” Danny wasn’t liking where this was going.

“You get to do it!” His dad pointed a potato-filled spoon at him. “My own son, taking up the helm of Fentonworks!” He wiped away a stray tear. “Feels like just yesterday when we grounded you for missing curfew.”

“That was yesterday,” Danny groaned. “And I can’t. I’ve, uh, got a fear of public speaking?”

“Even better, you get to face your fears! Too bad we never found that hazmat of yours, it would’ve been perfect.” His dad frowned. “Or not, you’ve had a pretty big growth spurt.”

“Mom, you can’t be serious too, right?” Danny tried for the more reasonable parent. “I’ve never given a tour.”

That they know of.

“Oh sweetie, I’m sure you’ll do great. You’ve grown up on our tech since you were born!” His mom seemed to have already made up her mind about it. “Who better to do it?”

“Will you unground me?”

“Is that a yes?”

Danny sighed. “I guess.”

His mom grinned from ear to ear. “Good! Now, we’ve decided to stow away the more dangerous-”

Danny listened halfheartedly, keeping mental note of his own plans. If he was going to do this again, then he had to make sure it was completely safe. He’d have to put the portal to sleep temporarily so it wouldn’t open, but it would be best if he wanted to avoid any accidents.

He momentarily considered calling Sam and Tucker for help, but pushed it away when he realized it would look suspicious if anyone from the day before saw him with them again in human form.

It was just him, a group of strangers, and Fenton tech. What could go wrong?

….

Jackie had gathered a series of notes since her stay at Amity. For one, the population was quite nonchalant for being under constant attack. For another, their resident ghost hero was not like the rest.

Putting it simply, Phantom was fucking weird.

She wasn’t one to wholeheartedly believe everything the Fentons said, one of those claims being that ghosts were unfeeling and mindless. She knew that was false based on the multiple eyewitness accounts and video evidence she had gathered of the Amity Park ghosts. They definitely had their own thoughts, feelings, values, and passions.

They weren’t inhuman monsters, but they also weren’t entirely human either. They didn’t need human functions, they had supernatural abilities, and they had their own society. They were also fixed on the time period at which they died.

Sydney Poindexter still talked like someone from the sixties, and the more ancient ghosts stayed rooted to their own cultures. It made sense, that’s how it should be. They were trapped in time while the world kept going.

Except for one. That’s where Phantom came in.

Though there was some flimsy evidence of him having existed for centuries, Jackie suspected he died around the time Amity became ghost central. That was two years ago. He should’ve stuck to the slang and the trends of the time, but he didn’t.

Everything he did contradicted his kind. He evolved, he knew current trends and jokes. Phantom didn’t struggle to keep up with modern society like the others did. He didn’t awkwardly stick new words into phrases like Technus, or struggle to remember words like Yungblud.

She’d gathered it all and compared it while he had given them the tour. It was the entire reason she had gone in the first place, when she could honestly have just asked her cousins to show her around. Jackie wanted to observe and make discoveries.

And she did, many of them.

Phantom acted as naturally as a human did when he was around them. He sat firmly in the driver's seat, he blinked, and most importantly, he breathed. He hadn’t at first, she was sure of it. But after a while, she noticed his chest rising and falling, as if he’d forgotten he wasn’t supposed to do it.

His explanation about the coffee made no sense either. He said it had no function, that he only drank it for the taste. But unlike the other ghosts, Phantom could look tired. He hid it under a veneer of cockiness during the fights, but closer up, she could see the eye bags.

He drank coffee like someone who was running on little sleep, when again, ghosts weren’t supposed to sleep. In the videos she’d gathered, he would have multiple different caffeinated drinks throughout the day. It wasn’t just coffee. He drank Red Bull and Monster, both of which were absolutely not satisfying in taste at all. At least not to her.

Most damning of all was his picture. She’d read somewhere that flash photography often revealed strange things in supernatural environments. Jackie hadn’t thought much of it, but tried the trick anyway out of habit.

What she ended up with was a photo where Phantom’s eyes looked closer to icy blue than his typical neon green. She could attribute it to his ice powers, but these looked duller and more humane.

Phantom was an enigma. He was friendly, and somewhat snarky. He had the charm his hero persona warranted, but he was also entirely too human. It was unnerving.

It was wrong.

Something was off with Phantom, and the part of her that loved a mystery wanted this one solved. There had to be a reason why her cousin scowled whenever the ghost was brought up, why he talked to her about so many other aspects of Amity Park, but not about Phantom.

It was what led her to convincing her dad, an avid supporter of the Fentons’ inventions, to call in a favor. She rarely liked to use her family’s wealth to her advantage, but she needed more information, and there was only one group of researchers in this town who were willing to give it. The GIW was out of the question.

It was meant to be simple and relaxing. She’d even invited the two guys from the Amity Park Tours, Nick and Adrien, after they hit it off. Jackie would go in, ask her questions, and leave. That was it.

Except, she had made a new discovery, and it was that Danny Fenton was fucking weird too.

Somehow, he managed to be more unnerving than Phantom. He really shouldn’t have been, not when he was so lanky and seemed pretty harmless overall. Although he was giving them the tour in place of his parents, he had opted to stay in casual wear, donning an oversized black hoodie, some loose jeans, and some red converse.

He looked more like he belonged in a skate park if she was being honest. She tried telling herself that to push away the discomfort, but it hardly made a difference.

The same went for his personality. He was pretty funny, and somewhat dorky, but he also always seemed on edge. She’d always thought that your own home is where you should feel the safest, but he very much contradicted that. He was the type to check his corners when he entered a room, and held a tightness to his posture even when he seemed slack.

Danny was currently leading them down to his basement, where most of the magic apparently took place. He did the same thing as before when they crossed the threshold, looking side to side, then up and down.

When the coast was clear, he nodded to himself and turned to them with a grin. “Right, so we’ve introduced ourselves upstairs. Anything else you want me to know? Specifically, are any of you scared of needles, sharp tools, otherworldly fluids, or anything along those lines?”

“Um, all of the above?” Adrien answered. “But I’ll put it aside for science and cry later.”

“Disassociation, love that.” Danny nodded. “Well, my parents didn’t exactly tell me what you were most interested in seeing, so I decided we would just do a general sweep. Maybe check out the Ops Center if that’s what you’re into.”

He pointed his finger upwards and Jackie balked. “That’s what that giant UFO thing attached to the roof is? How’d you even convince the city to let you install it?”

“Convince is a strong word,” he grimaced. “More like, we just kept ignoring their warnings and eventually they gave up once it actually ended up being useful.” Danny shrugged. “I honestly don’t know how my parents manage to get away with half of the things they do, but I do know how their tech works, so-”

He led them over to the first item lined up for them, a giant dream catcher with a green and black color scheme.

“This,” Danny started. “Is the Fenton Ghost Catcher.”

He proceeded to explain its function, answering their questions with ease. All the while, Jackie noticed how he seemed to keep his distance from the contraption. Sure, she understood why caution was necessary in a lab, but from the sound of it, the Ghost Catcher was relatively harmless.

All it was meant to do was pull out a ghost from an overshadowed human, or target any ecto-contamination that one might have. It wouldn’t hurt a person who accidentally stuck their hand inside. The worst it would do was nothing at all.

Yet, it might as well be a loaded gun with the way Danny was treating it. The behavior continued when they moved onto the next item, which sounded just as harmless as the last. It looked intimidating, easily being the biggest machine in the room, but it ended up being more of a disruptor than an actual weapon.

“The name’s honestly not all that great. Dad said he would get around to changing it, but, well, it hasn't happened yet.” Danny grimaced. “It’s called the Ecto-Stoppo-Power-Erfier. And can you guess what it does?”

“Blasts ghosts into a million pieces?” Nick suggested.

Danny blanched. “Um, no but….good guess? It temporarily stops a ghost from accessing their powers. My parents meant for it to work on all of them, but after trial and error, they found out that it’s more unpredictable. It might cut off their ectoblasts, but they can still fly. Or vice versa.” He shrugged. “Honestly, a lot of their inventions are a surprise. They don’t always do exactly what was intended, but they’re still more advanced than nearly every other ghost hunting organization you’ll come across.”

“Why do you think your parents are so much more ahead of everyone else?” Jackie hadn’t meant to let the question slip out, but she was genuinely curious. In her own research she’d realized that despite how silly the Fentons seemed, they were legitimate geniuses. No one did it quite like them.

Danny seemed to agree, a fond smile crossing his features. It was the first time since being around him that the slight chill in his eyes seemed to clear away completely.

“I think they’re not afraid to go places others don’t even try going into,” Danny confessed. “They don’t care about looking silly or being wrong. They know they can just try again, that it’s better to be wrong than to not have tried at all. They’re pretty creative with their stuff honestly.”

Jackie nodded. “Makes sense.”

“I’ve got one!” Adrien smiled when he got called on. “You said this one doesn’t completely remove the ghost powers like it was intended to. How come it doesn’t? And why do some of the others not work either?”

“Oof, getting deeper here.” Danny paused. “Okay, keeping in mind I’m definitely not smart like my parents, and this is all just me guessing. One thing my parents have is that they know a lot about ghosts physically, but not mentally. What goes on up here-” He tapped the side of his head. “Is super important. Their obsession, how death has affected their psychology, or just how their mental state affects their powers in general. You have to take it all into account.” He waved at the power blocking machine. “Like this here. I don’t think it actually physically gets rid of a ghost’s powers.”

Jackie’s eyes widened. “It’s a mental block.”

He nodded. “Exactly. They’re still there, they just can’t access them. It’s why I think it doesn’t cancel them out completely. Some powers are just like muscle memory and you don’t really have to think about them once you know. Others require a lot more mindfulness.”

“So if the Fentons knew this, they could improve their inventions so they would be more accurate,” Nick observed.

“Exactly.”

“Then how come you know and they don’t?” Jackie couldn’t help but think Danny sounded like he was speaking from personal experience.

That odd glint was back in his eye again. Wariness.

“My parents don’t exactly believe in theories like this. They’re things you’d have to figure out by talking to a ghost,” Danny said. “And they wouldn’t be exactly thrilled if they realized I talked to the one they hate the most.”

“Phantom,” Adrien whispered. “I totally forgot you’re the one that lent him your parents’ SUV.”

“Yup.” Danny didn’t seem too thrilled to elaborate. “Anyway, this next thing is called the anti-creep stick. Any guesses what it does?”

It looked like a regular bat to Jackie.

“Does it electrocute ghosts? Rip their souls out of their body?” Nick gasped. “Turn them into Jell-o?”

“Okay, maybe you’re creative too.” Danny snorted. “It’s just a bat with the word Fenton on it, I was just messing with you.”

While the other boys laughed, Jackie wondered how they didn’t notice the obvious avoidance tactic Danny was using. There was something there, something they were getting close to that made Danny uncomfortable. She figured she’d poked around enough for now, but she kept her guard up as they walked.

Danny led them over to the rest of the inventions he had laid out for them, all pretty interesting if Jackie was being honest. But more interesting to her were his mannerisms. He was extremely expressive, his whole face an open book and his arms moving in wide arches.

There was also a tendency there to downgrade himself slightly. Every intelligent remark would be quickly followed by a ridiculous joke or pun, and his otherwise tall height was hidden away by the heavy slouch of his shoulders. They were things that could be easily attributed to shyness, but Jackie didn’t think that was the case.

It was like he was doing it on purpose, like he had all these brittle attempts laid out to try and hide anything out of place. It made it tough for her to pinpoint it, but she knew some things were off. She didn’t know what, couldn’t place her finger on it…

“Look Jackie, I think this is the ghost portal.” Adrien’s whisper caught her off guard. She was so lost in her thoughts, she hadn’t even realized her feet were following behind the group.

When she looked up, she saw what he was talking about. It was a large metallic doorway with black and yellow stripes going across it diagonally. It loomed above them, and even closed, she could feel heavy energy emanating from behind it. The boy’s beside her stared at it in awe, and she couldn’t help doing the same.

“Can we see what’s on the other side?” She blurted out.

When she looked, she saw Danny shake his head. “No can do, sorry. I put it on sleep mode specifically for the tour of the lab. The moment I open it, some ghost is bound to come in.”

“What if we turned it off?” Nick suggested. “Just to take a look inside.”

Danny stiffened, expression taking on a darker quality. Jackie swore she felt the temperature drop a few degrees.

Adrien’s shivering form beside her confirmed it.

“Doing that would be a huge hazard,” Danny responded, sounding like he was forcing the words out through clenched teeth. “I can’t do that. I can’t…” He sighed and tried again. “It’s dangerous. But I can show you a 3D model of what it looks like when it’s on? It’s over on this computer.”

None of them denied the offer, Adrien specifically seeming all too eager to get rid of the tense air. From her position, Jackie was able to inspect Danny’s side profile, body going numb when she finally found what exactly had made her tick.

Danny was a very expressive person, from head to toe. But looking back on it, and seeing him now, she noticed there was an odd pattern. In between all those gestures and nervous habits, he had moments where he was completely still. Unnaturally still.

Subtly eyeing his chest from her peripheral vision, Jackie realized he wasn’t breathing. He couldn’t be, not when he was making such a great effort to resemble a marble statue. The only thing moving was his hand on the computer mouse, and his eyes as they flitted across the screen.

Even that didn’t match though. Everything joint down was turning, but the rest of his arm was completely still. And his eyes, they were moving, but something was missing.

They weren’t blinking.

Feeling a sense of deja vu, Jackie itched to ask the one question she hadn’t been able to the previous day. “Yesterday, Phantom told us that it’s rude to ask a ghost about how they died.”

Danny hummed, clicking open a folder and pulling up a multi dimensional model of the portal, but with a churning mass of green where it was now metal.

“And see, I’m really curious about something.” Jackie could feel both Adrien and Nick’s eyes pinning her from either side. “There’s no ghosts around, and with the portal disabled, there won’t be any time soon. So, I’ve been meaning to ask you…”

Nick made a neck slicing gesture beside her but she ignored it.

“How did Phantom die?” She blurted out.

This time, she was certain she wasn’t imagining the rapid chill. Her breath fogged in front of her, goosebumps crawling all along her arms. Danny stopped moving altogether, and had she blinked, she would’ve missed the moment when his eyes flashed a colder blue.

It wasn’t in her head. The eyes in the picture, they were the exact ones that were facing her now.

Wait, when had he turned to face her?

Jackie’s lungs suddenly felt like they had filled with water, and she stepped back. Still, Danny’s eyes bore into hers, pupils shrunken so intensely that his iris almost seemed made up entirely of blue. She didn’t know how to react, what to say to make him seem less like he was going to rip into her any minute.

Nick’s hand abruptly shot over to grasp onto her arm, as if he were ready to jump in front of her any second. The movement seemed enough to snap Danny out of whatever trance he was in, body slowly relaxing from its stock straight position.

“I don’t know. He’s a ghost, he doesn’t exactly advertise that information.” Danny’s form seemed to blur for a moment, forcing Jackie to squint just to look at him. “But I’d prefer it if you didn’t ask me a question like that again.”

“Why?” Adrien chuckled nervously beside her. “It’s not like there’s a ghost here, right?”

“We’re in Amity.” Danny reverted back to looking more normal, shoulders slouched as they were before. At least, it was what Jackie thought, up until his lips curled back in a grin. “Always assume there’s a ghost around.”

There was no denying that his canines could tear through skin.

….

“Thank you, I’ll leave a five star on Yelp!” Adrien laughed hysterically at his own joke, waving frantically back at Danny as all three of them rushed down the front steps of Fentonworks.

Jackie threw her own polite thank you and goodbye as a precaution, snapping her head forward as they quickly walked away. She could sense that Nick was bursting with the urge to say something, but she sent him a warning glare, daring him to open his mouth before they were completely out of earshot.

It wasn’t until they had rounded the block corner that she led them both onto the steps of a stranger’s house and groaned. “I wasn’t the only one that thought that was freaky, right?”

“It wasn’t just you.” Nick was leaning forward, hands on his knees. “That was so confusing. Like one second he was really nice and chill, and the next I felt like I was being targeted. What the fuck?” He frowned, shooting her a glare of his own. “And what was that? Were you trying to get us killed?”

“It was only a question!” She crossed her arms defensively. “We didn’t go there to not ask questions.”

“Holy shit.” Adrien seemed to be in his own world. “Does this mean we got two tours with a ghost?”

“Is that why he was so defensive about Phantom?” Nick’s eyes widened. “They’re afterlife friends or something? But that doesn’t make sense. He can’t be.”

“No, you’re right.” Adrien shook his head, chuckling in little puffs of air. “‘Cause that would be insane. A ghost can’t live with ghost hunters.”

“Yeah, what were we even thinking?” Nick huffed, standing up straight. “And walking into a lab like that so casually? Doesn’t make sense.”

Jackie bit her lip, not quite sure about that.

Something was beginning to take shape in her head. It was a thought so ridiculous, so out there, that she didn’t feel bold enough to say aloud. It wouldn’t make sense, would make her seem like the crazy one. It just wasn’t possible.

Even as she tried convincing herself, another part whispered, “But what if it is?”

“Shit, my mom’s here to pick us up.” Nick stopped wherever he was in the conversation to look behind him, where a honking sound had rung. “You want a ride with us, Jackie?”

“No, no I’m good. My mom’s picking me up too.” She smiled, trying her best to appear more put together. “Thank you though.”

“Hey, no problem. Thanks for inviting us over with you today.” Nick looked over again at another honk. “Just text us whenever okay? It was cool meeting you.”

“Same here.” Jackie waved to both of them, noting that Adrien still seemed the most out of it.

Whatever conclusion he decided on, she hoped he would be okay. Perhaps she could check in on him later, make sure that he wasn’t losing his mind nearly as much as she felt she was losing hers.

Jackie waited for the pair of friends to get into the car before pulling out her own phone. She was only there for another few days, destined to leave the crazy city of Amity behind eventually. She could forget her past few days there had ever even happened, that it was just a regular tourist visit to any regular city.

Jackie could, but it wasn’t in her nature. She was a Weston after all.

Determined despite her shaking fingers, she dialed a familiar number and waited for the voice on the other line to answer.

After a few rings, she heard a monotone “hi” and the shuffling of papers.

“Hey Wes.” Jackie checked around her, making sure she was completely alone. “Can we sneak out of your place today? I need you to help me investigate something.”

“Depends.” He sighed. “Is it worth me getting grounded over?”

“Maybe. Yes.” She took a deep breath. “I need you to help me figure out the connection between Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom. I have an idea but…I want to make sure before saying it.”

The shuffling on the other end went completely still. “You figured it out?”

“That they’re….” She didn’t need to finish the statement.

“Yeah. You did!” There was the screeching of a chair and choked out laughter. “Forget that. I have all the proof compiled here. I never thought I would see the day when someone-shit.” More laughter. “Come straight to my room once you and Aunt Maddie get back.”

“What’re you gonna show me?” She fidgeted, catching her mom’s car approaching.

“Everything.” Wes’ voice grew conspiratory. “All the proof you’ll ever need to prove Phantom and Fenton are one and the same.”

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→Idols: Lee Haechan & Na Jaemin (only picture that I could find with Haechan & Jaemin, sorry Jeno Stans)

→Requested: yesss Hi!!!! I wanted to know if you could write a something along the lines of dancing to bachata with jaemin and haechan and it gettin really steamy and you end up speaking in Spanish with them and it really turns them on 😳😳😳 and they end up really whiny and needy . Haechan gets bratty and grinds up on y/n and jaemins whining starts to get annoying so y/n needs to put them in the toilets but someone walks in so they have to be quite but end up leaving to finish off at home and y/n ends up punishing them at home by overstimulating them and making them cry by straping them up with ropes and putting viberators on them while you just watch them and messing with the controls but ends up feeling nice and takes it off them and cuddles them oop thanks in advance:)

→Genre: Smut

→Word Count: 3k+

→Warnings: semipublic sex , three some m/m/w (there is mxm action in here), shibari, deepthroating, edging, brat!Haechan, sweet!Jaemin, overstimulation, sweet aftercare, degradation, female masturbation, oral (m receiving), fluff towards the end,

→Synopsis: Dancing with your boyfriends was a great date idea, having sat through multiple dance practices and knowing that they could keep up. But after your brat affects your good boy you need to take matters into your own hands

→A/n: this took a good minute for me to write, and it took me a while to get a consistent theme going for the writing, I still am not too proud of it, but I like the ending well enough so I'm still happy with it. this is my first mxm anything on Tumblr I believe, so I really hope that you guys enjoy it. if you did please like, reblog, or donate to my Ko-Fi in my bio. If you like this you can request they are open for NCT, Enhypen, SVT, and Treasure.

You loved your boyfriends, it was glaringly obvious. No matter how much you jokingly rolled your eyes at their sometimes extreme displays of affection when it came to you, or jokingly threatened to change the locks on your apartment so that they would finally sleep in their respective dorms it was clear to see. You were completely and undeniably smitten by them, and who could blame you? Haechan and Jaemin were two of the sweetest people you know, and always knew how to woo you. Maybe that’s why the both of them courting you was successful when you had zero plans to date an idol.

Maybe also do to the rare elaborate surprises they planned for you when both of their schedules coincided enough to have a day free. Like when they convinced the company ( and Chenle) to rent out - Haechan’s expensive ass idea - Lotte World for the three of you on your three month anniversary , or when they take you on a really sweet date that causes them both to tease you relentlessly over your crying, like the time when they created the perfect picnic area - Jaemin’s idea - curated with your all three of your favorite snacks and drinks just to gift you promise rings on your two year anniversary along with a picture book - Haechan’s idea again, occasionally his ideas are cute, and cheap- of random moments from dates over the years.

Their complicated and meticulous dates always made any that you planned pale in comparison. Despite this the boys were always ecstatic when you convinced them to take a day off for a date night. This time you were able to book a practice room - with the help of Taeyong - for two hours and were planning a special date that you hoped would even be on the sama radar as theirs. You were going to teach them how to dance. Not just any dance, bachata. They were constantly wanting to know how to learn Spanish, so why not teach them a special dance?

That was the original plan at least, spend one hour teaching them, and one hour dancing along with them. You’ve sat through many of their practices, including some routines that were bordering on inappropriate for their fan base, so you knew that they would be able to keep up where friends and exes failed. Sure, the dance tended to be more on the sensual side with how close you had to be and the soft music, but you really only had dancing in mind when you planned this.

However, dancing along with them with Jaemin behind you, he likes back hugs and holding you around your waist, and Haechan in front, he gets handsy when he thinks you can’t see them, and you were starting to regret it. The first hour passed quickly, both of the boys catching on quickly due to their lifestyles, so when you joined them the three of you moved in sync. Despite your hips being pressed against Haechan, and Jaemin’s grip on you bordering on painful, they were perfect dance partners despite the unconventional method. The three of you were in casual conversation and you were grateful that they had agreed to dance with you.

“Mis buenos chicos. Tan orgullosa de ti.” Jaemin started to giggle, squeezing your waist twice while Haechan’s jaw dropped, causing a giggle to escape you too. You’ll never understand why the boys are so amazed hearing you speak Spanish. Hell, they speak three languages almost fluently to your measly two.

“What’d you say? Say something else in Spanish.” Haechan’s voice started taking on the whiny tone that you ‘hated’, pouting all the while.

“It sounds so nice.” Jaemin spoke up from his spot behind, placing his head in the crook of your neck so you could feel his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin. Having both of their attention on you tended to be intense, especially now having them pressed so tightly against you with the sensual music playing softly over the speakers.

“Los mimo demasiado a ustedes dos.” You hated how easily you gave in to them, but their shared amazement made it a little worthwhile. “You guys are always so amused. It’s not that impressive.”

“It’s sexy when you speak Spanish.” You smacked Jaemin’s arm jokingly, giggling when his grip on you tightened. Surprisingly through this whole exchange you’d hadn’t stopped dancing, faltered temporarily at the beginning but were still smoothly dancing against each other. Though this dance isn’t supposed to be sexual you couldn’t help but admit that having two extremely attractive men dancing against you, and ones that you were lucky enough to call your boyfriends was starting to get you worked up, and you could feel the fire starting to grow in your stomach.

Haechan is known for his bratty behavior with his groupmates on camera, if only his fans knew how far it truly goes. Like now, his knee sliding in between your legs, purposefully pressing against your clothed cunt. You know that all he wants is a reaction out of you if the smug smirk on his face is anything to go by. Jaemin wasn’t a brat but something about Haechan made him want to act up. That’s the excuse he’ll try to use when you inevitably punish them later. For now all Jaemin can think about is relieving the building pressure in any way possible, even if it means rutting against you accidentally causing you to grind on Haechan’s thigh. That pulled a shaky gasp out of you, and made you come to your senses.

“Stop.” They instantly backed away from you, giving you enough space to take a deep breath without the smell of both of their enticing colognes. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Jaemin had the nerve to at least look ashamed, staring down at his shoes while holding his hands behind his back. Haechan on the other hand wanted to irritate you, smug smirk still painting his face.

“I wanted to have fun. Wasn’t that the point of this?” A pout replaced his smirk, but his tone told you everything you need to know.

“Bunny? Any excuses?” Jaemin only shook his head quickly, knowing that they wouldn’t help the situation. Smart bunny.

“You still want to have fun, bear?” Stepping closer to Haechan you grabbed his chin harshly, forcing him to make eye contact with you and the brat inside of him faltered a little. Knowing that he wouldn’t like whatever outcome.

“I do. If I can’t have fun with you then I'll just have fun with Jaemin. He’ll let me touch him.” Laughing you pulled your hand back, before smacking Haechan’s cheek. A shocked gasp left his mouth from the impact but it got him to finally shut up.

“We still have 20 minutes until your manager comes to take us back to your dorms. I’m going to the bathroom down the hall, you two will pack everything up and meet me. You have five minutes.” Turning around you briskly walked out of the room, smiling when you heard the two of them scrambling to get their stuff. First thing you did was set the timer on your phone for three minutes and 30 seconds - who said the boys really needed the full five - the second thing was making sure the bathroom was completely clear. Last thing you needed was for there to be another scandal about your relationship with the boys.

Excitement ran through you as the timer ticked down, closer to their inevitable punishment. It was down to the last 30 seconds when the bathroom door opened and Jaemin peaked in. Once Jaemin saw you he quickly walked into the bathroom followed by Haechan with 17 seconds to spare.

“Good boys, you’re on time at least.” Jaemin shyly smiled while dropping his bag and kicking it to the corner. Haechan followed suit, not wanting to get in any more trouble than he already was.

“Lock the door bunny. Haechan, on the counter, hands on your thighs. No touching.”

Jaemin locked the door while Haechan hopped on the counter, a pout evident on his plump lips but he knew that he was in no place to argue. Jaemin crossed the room in two steps, tugging his lip in between his teeth while wringing his hands nervously. Grabbing his shirt you pulled Jaemin closer to you until he was pressed against your chest, wrapping one of your arms around his neck and pulling him down into a kiss, ignoring the way that Haechan whined at the lack of attention.

Kissing Jaemin was always soothing even when he knew he was in trouble. Jaemin allows you to lead, constantly relenting all control to you. It wasn’t in him to try and change the tempo or take it further. He was at your mercy and only moved at your pace, sliding his tongue over your bottom lip only after you’d already nipped at his. At first the kiss was awkward, too nervous over where to put his hands, still wary of his punishment but they finally made their way to your waist. Sliding your hand up into his hair you tugged lightly, swallowing his high pitched moan. When Jaemin started to rut against your leg, finally losing the slightest control was when you pulled away.

His blown out eyes, and bright blush lining his cheeks made you want to devour him but you had to pace yourself, and him. Last thing you wanted was for him to cum before you got home and truly played with him. Grabbing the top of his sweatpants you looked up at him, waiting for his subtle head nod before pulling them down to the top of his thighs. Just enough to release his pretty cock.

“This isn’t fair.” Haechan whined from his spot on the counter. How dare you forget about him? Sitting here not getting any attention while Jaemin got everything. Wasn’t this supposed to be a punishment for the both of them? “Why is Jaemin getting all the attention from you? He was bad too.” Haechan was falling right into your trap and didn’t even know it.

“You're right. Maybe you should give Jaemin attention instead. Come here.” Haechan pouted again, realizing that he still wasn’t getting any attention from you before jumping off of the counter and replacing your spot. “You play with Jaemin all that you want, but don’t let him cum.” Haechan being a complete cum slut, already wanted to complain despite getting exactly what he wanted. You were no longer playing with Jaemin, he was.

“That’s not fair.” Haechan whined again but shut up when he saw you rummaging around in your bookbag. He went quiet when you pulled out the pretty vibrating plug, one of his least favorite toys due to your tendency of plugging him before leaving the apartment and sporadically turning it on until his knees turned to jelly.

“Think about it like this. If you make him cum then you’ll be wearing a vibrator until we get home.” Haechan rolled his eyes before turning his attention to Jaemin, looking up at him with his pretty brown eyes that constantly got him what he wanted outside of moments like this. Jaemin gulped loudly when Haechan placed his hand around the base of his cock, not lube or spit, just the roughness of his palm as he started to slowly move his hand.

“How does it feel bunny?” Jaemin wanted to whine at your taunting tone, used to your near constant praise for him.

“G-good.” You giggled at his voice cracking. Haechan never stopped working him over his hand, now placing his pouty lips around the head, causing Jaemin’s hand to fly from his side where he had them balled up by his side to Haechan’s hair, fisting it tightly as his mouth dropped open. Haechan’s tongue darted out and licked over the slit, tasting the salty pre cum as he suckled on the tip.

There was one thing that Haechan did best, and that was tease. Which is why you weren’t surprised when he pulled off Jaemin’s cock, and licked a broad strip up his balls to the head. A loud moan left Jaemin’s mouth, which quickly multiplied and reverberated off of the tiled bathroom walls when Haechan took as much of his cock down his mouth. Jaemin’s cock may have been longer than Haechan’s, but it was skinnier, enough to satisfy you but still leave you wanting more. Explains why Haechan easily made it to the base, pubes tickling his nose while he took a deep breath to relax his throat, the smell of Jaemin’s favorite body wash and slight must from dancing for so long. Haechan looked up at Jaemin as best he could, causing Jaemin’s hand to drop from his hair down to his cheek, stroking it sweetly with his thumb. Jaemin spared you the first glance since Haechan started blowing him and wasn’t shocked to see you sitting on the counter, one leg propped up showing off that you were two fingers deep in your soaking wet cunt, eyes just as blown out as Haechan’s. Smiling sweetly at him you pulled your fingers out, rubbing them over your clit.

The moment was interrupted by someone rattling the bathroom door, causing all three of you to nearly jump out of your skin. Haechan gagged quietly as Jaemin unconsciously bucked his hips. Silence fell over the bathroom as none of you dared to move until you heard the sound of quiet cursing and footsteps heading back down the hallway. Haechan pulled off, coughing lightly as he wiped the drool and tears off of his face.

“Too close. Let’s get home so I can punish you two properly.”

The boys deserve their punishment, Haechan actually craves them. You couldn’t allow them to think that if they teamed up against you they could be in control, that they were suddenly the doms in the relationships. Especially when they looked so pretty as your subs.

Like right now, the both of them were kneeling on your carpeted bedroom floor. Both of them tied up - Jaemin with his favorite light pink rope, Haechan with his favorite dark red - the ropes contrasting their skin tones perfectly. It was a simple tie, something to keep their hands bound behind their back, looping over their chest just for a little more stability. A pair of scissors was resting on the dresser safely out of their reach unless they used their safe word. That wouldn’t happen tonight though.

The boys were playing with their favorite toys, Haechan’s vibrating plug and Jaemin’s vibrating cock ring, and the results were already better than you thought they’d be. You’ve already turned down the vibrations multiple times, postponing both of their orgasms until you felt that they deserved it. Climbing off the bed you cupped both of their cheeks, relishing in their flushed faces and bright blushes spreading over their chests. Jaemin’s moans were music to your ear, almost harmonizing with Haechan’s needy whines, both of them wiggling around in their ropes. Jaemin’s moans were beautiful but you needed him to be quiet, both of them actually, if you didn’t want the neighbors to hear.

So you did. Pulling your hand away you slapped Haechan on his right cheek, feeling a twinge of arousal in your stomach at his loud gasp at the feeling. Placing your hand softly on his cheek you turned to Haechan, rubbing his bottom lip with your thumb.

You couldn’t help but feel warmth blooming in your chest at the sight in front of you, Haechan nuzzling into your palm as you rubbed his cheek, soothing the burn from the slap while Jaemin opened his mouth, taking your thumb into his mouth.

Seeing the sight of your two beautiful boys, completely vulnerable to whatever you decided to, red marks appearing on their skin where the rope loosened enough to rub over the exposed skin. Lips puffy and bright red due to their kissing and biting. Knowing that they trusted you enough to let you punish them, neither safe wording even if their knees are getting rubbed raw, and they were shaking from the constant edging.

Though you were punishing them for trying to team up against you, truthfully both of your boys held all of the power.

“So pretty. My beautiful baby boys.” Jaemin ran his tongue over the pad of your thumb, sighing as he sucked on it aggressively. “Wanna come for me?” Pleads of ‘mommy’, ‘please’, and ‘need to’ left Haechan’s lips, Jaemin letting out a garbled moan around your thumb.

“Cum for me then.” Reluctantly you sat back, letting go of them and turning the settings up.

They always know how to put on a good show, even when they’re not trying. Like now, Jaemin was the first to cum, squirting all over his thighs and lower stomach with a loud cry. Quiet sobs leaving his mouth as overstimulation set in before you cut off his vibrator and turned your attention to Haechan. Haechan’s loud moans have only gotten louder since you turned it up, achieving impressive pitch as he finally came. Leaning forward to place his head on the edge of the mattress as his body continued to shake. Turning off his vibrator you allowed the both of them to catch their breath, combing your hands through their hair as they’re quiet breathing filled the room.

Looking at the boys now, cleaned after their shared shower and in fresh pajamas, sleeping practically on top of eachother - Jaemin loves sleeping on someone’s chest - that same warmth grew again from your place in the doorway. Blessed is the true word you could use, that these two amazing boys were all yours. Walking over to the bed you lifted the blanket up, snuggling in behind Jaemin and sighing as his warmth seemed to surround you.

“Bear?” Jaemin’s sleepy murmurs surprised you, having assumed the boys were already asleep.

“No baby. Go back to sleep.” Jaemin groaned lowly, turning around and throwing his arm over your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Night. Love you.” Jaemin’s sentence faded off towards the end, followed by a deep sigh as he fell back asleep. Reaching over to Haechan, you pushed his hair out of his face, smiling softly as Haechan moved closer to your hand.

“Love you too. Both of you, so much.”

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beomglocks · 3 years

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happy (very) 'belated' father’s day

summary : the only father willing to come to the dinner

pairing : dilf neighbor!soobin x (legal)!reader x beomgyu (?)

warnings & other: i wrote the day after fathers day, the title is edited bc im posting this like WAY later LOL, threesome (?), degradation, some beomgyu (no incest), sub!beomgyu if you squint like really fucking hard, definitely not a normal relationship, slight exhibitionism, some possessiveness, DON’T read if you’re uncomfortable with age gaps, edit: REwriting this, this one is for the dilf soobin stans, eat up, don't say i don't feed yall, enjoy <3, kind of proofread

w/c : ~4k

you realize it now.

after living side by side with mr. choi soobin and his son, beomgyu, for a couple of weeks, you’ve started to realize something quite interesting.

1. your mother has a liking for tall lean men.

2. she also has a liking for trying to set you up with the tall lean mens’ son.

now, you wouldn't say you're exactly opposed to getting close to beomgyu. he's conventionally attractive and he seems like a nice boy but you're very much more attracted to the one who created him. it made sense after all.

"give these to mr. choi for me?" your mother all but shoves the roses and chocolates in your arms. you look down quizzically at such gifts. "it's not valentine's day.." you trail off.

you have a strange feeling that soobin would be put off by such acts, not seeming to be as out there as your mother. she doesn't care.

"it's fathers day..well it was...yesterday," she shrugs, fixing her bombshell red lipstick. why was she doing herself up? well a certain mr. choi was coming over.

despite the fact that your own father was out of the picture, that didn't stop your mom from wanting to celebrate every holiday in existence. unfortunately, the only willing father in town to partake in your mother's antics was mr. choi.

he liked to rile her up, you notice. soobin liked to toy with your mother's clear affection towards him, just as he did you. he also liked to throw it in your face sometimes. you didn't say what you observed but you knew he liked to make her feel wanted by a much younger, much more handsome man.

without another word, you decide to give the outlandish gifts to your neighbor. you sigh, looking down at the gifts. some assorted chocolates, nice flower arrangements, and what seems to be a sealed note? you want to roll your eyes but a part of you wonders if soobin would really like these kinds of things.

when you get to the door and ring the bell, the door swings open and there's stands the man himself. he's more put together than you at the moment so you feel out of place even at the front step of his house.

"always a pleasant surprise~" he smiles. his eyes trail down to the gifts in your arms. "for me?" his eyes grow wide and his pouty lips, the ones which you suddenly can't stop staring at since they seemed to be stained cherry red, lay slightly agape.

"from my mom," you deadpan, holding the gifts out. "she's generous~" "overbearing," you correct. "we seem to have different views then," he shrugs. "where's my gift from you though? this can't be all," he ponders in faux thought.

you smile shyly, looking down in embarrassment. "what did you get me baby?" he teasingly leans down closer to you to properly see your face. "could it be perhaps-"

before soobin can place a hand on you, beomgyu comes from downstairs. he's looking sharp, which suits him a lot, you admit. his hair is parted, giving you a teasing view of his forehead. regardless of the fact that he's wearing casual clothes, a stark contrast from his father who dawns an all black attire, beomgyu still manages to make it work for him.

"we'll be seeing you at the dinner," soobin clears his throat, noticing your apparent staring at his son. you can tell that he feels off put by your slight attraction to beomgyu. however small or minuscule it may be its still there to him.

the dinner goes almost exactly how you thought it would. soobin and your mother hit it off, talking about whatever they could to distract themselves from their children for a while. to your surprise soobin barely interacts with you. he seems too occupied with entertaining your mom to pay you any mind.

you're not sure why but this bothers you. beomgyu is occupied in the bathroom at the moment so you can't help but glance in their direction every couple of seconds. your mom is currently leaning against soobin's broad shoulder, laughing at something he's previously said. so he’s a comedian.

you watch as he looks down at her with a satisfied smile on his face. you bite the inside on your cheek and as if on cue, soobin looks up in your direction and smirks. it's almost as if he's taunting you. you bite down harder until you taste something metallic in your mouth.

you're not sure where this feeling of jealously is coming from and you know it's not healthy but you can't help it. maybe you've gotten too attached to your older neighbor in these past couple of weeks.

beomgyu comes out of the restroom with a sigh, walking back into the living room where you are. he can feel a weird tension in your general area but decides not to comment on it. suddenly you stand up, catching beomgyu off guard.

"come on beomgyu!" you say loud enough for everyone to hear especially soobin. the man in question practically pauses in speech midway to look over at you and his son. he eyes you both, mainly giving you a glare that will be engraved in your mind but you don't care. he needs a taste of his own medicine.

"come on let's go to my room, i need to show you something~" you urge him along. meanwhile, you say those words while staring straight at soobin. you hear your mom assure him that it's ok, "the kids are doing their own thing." you knew you were being childish and petty but if soobin wanted to fuck around with you this is what he would have to deal with as well.

you drag beomgyu along to your room who seems quite eager to be in this position. all he knows is that there's a weird tension between you and his father but that's as far as his knowledge goes.

when you both arrive at your room you close the door behind you and lean back on it. "is everything alright?" beomgyu hesitantly asks. you sigh, ushering him along to sit on the bed with you. he looks around subtly at all the little items in your room. everything seems to reflect you well, in his opinion. "well.." you try to stall.

you look up at him through your lashes. "you like me right?" beomgyu stares at you with wide eyes, "i-i mean yeah?" he stutters at your boldness.

"then lets try something," you smile at him, casually pulling your shirt over your head. "let's see how long it takes for your dad to come see us in this position," you say to yourself.

soobin doesn't need to be a rocket scientist to know what's going on here. he knows you're being a brat on purpose but he doesn't care because it makes it all the more fun. he will say he's surprised that you're using beomgyu, his own son, to get to him.

at first, he was getting annoyed with how you seemed to take a liking for his son which is why he wanted to rile you up by seeming extra interested in whatever your mom had to say. now, however, he knew he had a plan for that. you were not going to outsmart him, he wouldn't allow it and he would just have to put you in your place.

"excuse me but i need to use your restroom," soobin makes up a bullshit excuse to get to where you are. "oh of course!" your mom nods at him, instructing him towards the one upstairs. perfect.

"ill just finish up the dinner then!" your mother offers. "great that's enough time to put this slut in her place," he thinks. he smiles at your mom heading for upstairs.

"beomgyu you look like you just saw a ghost," you chuckle lightly, looking down at him. "y/n," he groans at the sight of only seeing you in your bra. he reaches up to grab your breasts, fondling them as delicately as possible. "you can be rough," you offer.

without even bothering to knock on the door, soobin opens it to see you both on the bed in a lewd position. you shirtless on top of beomgyu. he sucks his teeth when you both look back in alarm at the door being burst open. "y/n," he chuckles, almost sadistically.

you can already see the look in his eyes and suddenly you feel bad for not only yourself but beomgyu as well. you try to subtly grab your shirt again in shame but soobin's glare stops you. "what do you think you're doing little slut?" he folds his arms over his chest. not even caring that beomgyu is in the room, he walks over to you and grabs your hair causing you to yelp in surprise.

"s-sir.." soobin narrows his eyes at you then they flit over to beomgyu. "sit over there," he motions to the beanbag in the corner of the room. "i want you to learn something from this." without another word, beomgyu scrambles over to the seat, his heart beating in fear and excitement strangely.

you feel heat rising up your neck and to your cheeks as well as your dripping pussy. "don't be embarrassed, im sure this was your plan all along," soobin tsks, shoving your face down into the sheets. you breathe out when he rips the skirt and underwear from your body without a second thought. the racy thong that was supposed to be his surprise for father's day discarded in a second.

"soobin-" a smack to your ass. "that's not my name."

he doesn't even give you a chance to correct yourself, messing with your sticky juices before entering his cold fingers into your hole. you try to stifle your moan by burying your head further into the sheets.

"god you're so wet," soobin comments. he slowly moves his finger in and out for a while, practically torturing you with how meticulous and slow he's being. "please," you whine pathetically. "please what?" he slows his movements to stare at you with a raised eyebrow.

"please f-fuck me, please, i need your cock," you beg shamelessly. beomgyu breathes heavily, trying to forget about his growing boner but not being able to ignore it. he painfully wants to do something about it but he's not sure if he's allowed to touch himself.

he opts for subtly dragging his hand to his clothed crotch and palming himself through his pants, as uncomfortable as it is. in the meantime, soobin rids himself of his own pants, shaking his head.

he lightly smacks your throbbing pussy and you jolt. "do you seriously think you deserve it? fuck, look at you, can’t wait to be fucked like a bitch in heat~" you whine, wiggling your ass wordlessly in his face to hopefully get what you want.

soobin rubs your clit with narrowed eyes, making sure beomgyu is watching. he could care less that beomgyu is touching himself. he drags some of your cum from your hole to your clit and sighs. "alright then.."

he aligns himself with your hole and without another word slips his cock in with ease, completely bottoming out.

you want to scream at how big he is but you're only left with ragged pants as you know you're unable to make any loud noises. it seriously feels like you could be torn apart at any minute but you love the feeling of soobin’s cock filling you out.

"you're so tight seriously," soobin breathes. he can barely move at first. the way his dick fits inside of your pussy perfectly. he almost wants to comment about how you were practically made for him. he's sure if he flips you over right now, he would see the outline of his cock in your womb.

after waiting a bit for you to adjust to his length he finally starts moving. "shit-" he breathes. you have to grip the sheets to stop yourself from yelling. soobin's hands find their way to your waist and when you look to the side just for a split second you can see beomgyu fighting for his life to not moan out loud.

"look beomgyu-" soobin says in between jagged breaths. "if you wanna fuck around with his pathetic slut this is how you treat her." a moan gets caught in your throat when soobin pounds into you at once. "ah- i-" a part of you wants to apologize and is trying to but he won't give you a chance to speak.

"isn't that right my slutpuppy? did you have something to add?" at the sound of the nickname your walls tighten around him and he sends a harsh smack to your ass. "you're enjoying this aren't you?" he rolls his eyes and sighs heavily.

soobin thrusts start getting faster and faster, beomgyu watching with his mouth agape at his father kissing and sucking at your neck to muffle his own moans. beomgyu can only bite his lip and noises from his throat barely pass his lips as he reaches his high.

soobin growls at seeing your eyes focus on beomgyu so he starts slamming his cock into you at an animalistic pace and you think you might break.

beomgyu bucks into his hand as he cums from the sound and sight of skin slapping added with the tiny noises you'd make. not too long after you feel yourself shudder, unable to warn soobin that you had come you squeeze your eyes shut and let out a whine instead.

"fuck- ok baby," soobin understands as soon as your walls squeeze around him. he pants a couple a times and as soon as he reaches his high he pulls out, pumping his cock to let his cum shoot out on your ass.

"s-sir," you moan. "shhh it's ok." soobin sighs heavily, coming down from his own high to tend to your broken state. he looks over at beomgyu, who's head is lulled to the side as he gazes at your sweat and semen covered body.

soobin sucks his teeth deciding not to say anything to the boy and let him chill for a minute. he shrugs his pants back on and carries you in his arms to the nearest bathroom.

you cozy up to his warm embrace, letting out a sigh. "baby we need to clean you off.." you hear him whisper. you almost completely forget that there's a dinner that's supposed to be happening and you cant just go to sleep with soobin like you'd want.

a sudden coldness hits your body and you shiver. "ok," you agree. his cum is already starting to dry on you and you want nothing more than to be cleaned like he offers. you're not sure how you'll explain your change of clothes to your mom but you're sure you'll come up with something later.

no words need to be spoken after what happened and you're glad because you're not sure what to say. soobin doesn't seem keen on talking at the moment either, too focused on cleaning you off, so you decide to stay quiet.

it's silent in the bathroom until you both hear your mother all out. "dinner's ready!"

you chuckle, breaking the silence as soobin looks up at you with a questioning eyebrow. “happy father’s day.”

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 3 years

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Dark Shenanigans - Nandor x (f)reader

Summary: It’s Nadja’s something hundredth birthday, with that said, you’re on a mission to make it great.

Warning: fluff, general vampire nonsense

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“Yeah being a half vampire half human does have its perks. I mean for one I can do all that cool vampire shit and I can go out in the sunlight...so that helps for when they’re all being really annoying.” You admit with a casual shrug to one of the documentary cameras before turning to an isle of party supplies. “So anyways we’re at this store.”

The camera shifts to the multiple arras of supplies and materials at the local supermarket in Staten Island that you and your vampire lover’s human familiar, Guillermo, currently are. Specifically on the hunt for birthday decorations for Nadja and ghost Nadja who’s possessed a strange looking doll for the time being.

Since the other four actual full vampires can’t shop for themselves at this time of day or really in general, you and Guillermo have been given such an honorable task in making Nadja’s birthday the best one yet. Considering she’s the most well balanced in the head out of the four of them and is the only other lady of the manor.

“Hey Y/N, how’s this look?” Wonders Guillermo as he holds up a bunch of Mardi Gras beads of yellows, purples, and greens. “Comments, questions, concerns?” He adds with a small smile.

Eyeing up the beads, your head shifts over to the other various colors, “Hrmm, G I’m feeling the vibe you’re going for this year and I like it, but let’s go with Nadja colors.”

Guillermo’s dark eyes light up at your positive suggestion, “Right! So the red and black ones then?”

“Yup. She’ll love that shit.” You state with a satisfied nod of approval, “Let’s get some black and gold confetti from over there and oh, those masquerade masks look cool as fuck.”

You pick up and test out various masks in the background as Guillermo adds some bits of dialogue for the documentary crew, “Um yeah she’s really cool isn’t she.” He says with a smile while glancing at you then back to the camera, “Which is kind of odd since Y/N’s been with Nandor since 1793 so you’d think she’d be a little more like them but no, she’s super chill and really nice.” Suddenly his face goes a bit serious as he leans in to whisper, “But she did kill a whole street gang once when they threw a slur at me so I wouldn’t mess with her. For your safety.”

The camera pans back over to an oblivious you who’s put on a masquerade mask and is swinging a plastic light saber around with a whole lot more accuracy and grace then would a normal person. The camera then pans back to Gullimero, “Um, I’m just gonna....make sure she doesn’t smack anyone.”

——

Arms full of groceries of food for you and Gullimero, as well as random party decorations for Nadja’s birthday tomorrow night, you use the bottom of your boot to skillfully open the door as the documentary crew and Guillermo follows suit. Guillermo now on the verge of falling over with the large heart shaped pillow in his arms that’s covering most of his body.

You don’t feel tired in the slightest due to your half vampiric abilities so this is nothing to you, “Alright.” You state, turning on your heel to face the crew and Guillermo, “They’re asleep so we gotta be extra sneaky now, I don’t want Nadja catching us with all this cool spooky birthday shit. Everyone to the attic!” You whisper yell before leading the charge to the attic.

They all follow as quietly and as quickly as they can and then soon enough in no time are you and Guillermo back outside in the sunny garden trying to figure out if you should blow up the giant sea monster pool floaty.

“I mean it would look cool as hell and no doubt out-do whatever the fuck boring thing Lazlo probably has planned.” You quip with a shrug while the two of you stare thoughtfully at the small gloomy dark pond. “He’s got no chance with us. I’ve won best decorator and card maker for two hundred years in a row.”

Guillermo side eyes you in honest amazement, “Wow that’s a lot of years. And cards.”

“I know. I was an artist in the 12th century but my no good terrible good for nothing piece of garbage trash sexist human husband, who I was forced to marry when I was only sixteen, took all the credit for my artwork in that era.” You confirm with a growl, “But it stings less because once I finally grew into my powers and strength at eighteen I simply made his untimely demise look like an accident.” You add with a smirk.

“Oh, wow.” Mutters the intrigued familiar.

“Precisely. The old fool was thrown off his horse because I told Philip, the horse, to throw him off. And he did. Which killed the idiot so I got the house and all of his money.”

“That’s......neat.” Mutters Guillermo as he shoots the camera crew from behind you and him a nervous look. “Uh the suns going down so I should probably help Nandor out of his coffin.”

Raising your head to the sky you immediately see how the sun has begun to paint the clouds in beautiful colors of oranges, reds, light pinks, and darkening purples. “Oh, how bout that. Yeah alright let’s get inside.” You nod to Guillermo before turning to walk towards the manor’s giant mahogany doors.

——

Turning the handle and walking a couple feet into the large main room that holds itself as a sort of crossroads for all the other various connecting hallways and staircases. You don’t make it even three more steps towards the left ascending staircase before you hear the highly recognizable voice of your one and only.

“Y/N! My lovely wife and favorite person still ever so lovely!” Announces Nandor loudly with a grand smile showing off his pearly white fangs, “How I have missed you and your morning kisses. Where have you been off to?” He wonders softly as you smile a big dumb love-struck grin right back up at him, you’d absolutely die to hear that accent one last time.

“I can’t tell you right now it’s a secret!” You whisper yell back, causing his thick dark brows to scrunch up in confusion.

“But I am your lovely strong puff dragon Y/N.” Whines Nandor adorably as you roll your eyes at the cameras before looking back up at him.

“Fine. Come here then.”

In an instant he’s at your side, excitedly awaiting what secretive news you will tell him, “Okay, so we know it’s Nadja’s birthday tomorrow right?”

“Yes. I remember because she hasn’t shut up about it.”

“Right. So me and Gullimero got some fun surprise birthday party decorations and they’re in the attic and we can’t tell Nadja.”

Nandor gives you a knowing look of affirmation as he leans in closer to you, his demeanor suddenly shifting into a more saddened one, “You went shopping without me?” He says quietly.

Leaning up to give him a quick peck on the cheek your hands instantly find his, “Just for a little while, but I still need to find more stuff so....you wanna come?”

Nandor’s big dark eyes light up with joy as you hand him a kind smile, “Yes! Let us go in search of unknown treasures for our lady friend Nadja so she will not be mad at us for terrible dull gifts of friendship.”

Laughing you give his hands a playful squeeze, “Come on I’ll race you to Party City!” You say before leading him past the camera crew and Guillermo who simply watches the two of you leave, glad to have an hour of peace.

“There’s a whole city for partying? Y/N why have we never been to this place?”

——

“Y/N there are no people partying here.” Whines your vampire lover in puzzlement as he follows you from the entrance to a side isle. “You said this was a city for partying.”

“That’s just the name of the store Nans.” You retort with a small chuckle as he looks from right to left at all the color coded party plates and napkins galore.

“Well the title is very misleading.”

“Agreed.”

Turning to the right you guide him towards the decretory pirate themed isle in search of something that will peak his interest. Also you wanted so badly to make it to this spot but Gullimero was a man on a mission so your intention was thwarted for when you had Nandor with you.

Speed walking down the pirate themed isle you quickly halt all movement as Nandor’s large body stops within less than an inch from your back. Smiling brightly you snatch the desired object in front of you and as swift as a cat turn to face him.

“Have you come for a dual my old enemy?” You speak slyly, eyes narrowed as you hold the foam sword right in front of his face. “I sense a nervousness about you. Tell me, are you ready to face your inevitable bloody end?”

Staring at the pointy foam, his dark puppy eyes shift over to you as an adorable fangy grin breaks out across his pale face, “Seems you have come prepared, oh radiant and alluring seductress. Well, so have I!” Shouts Nandor before grabbing two foam swords from off the rack and swinging them in both hands like a mad man.

Taking a cautious step back you hold your pathetic five dollar sword in both hands like a true warrior ready for battle, “Only one shall leave this place alive.” You affirm with a smirk, “And it’s not going to be you.”

“Arrrrrggg.” Bellows your lover as he charges you like the true conqueror that he once was. But all to soon do you swiftly duck under his arms and swat him over his stomach with a confident thwack sound.

He makes a puny little “oww” as you turn around to face him once again, “Y/N you hit me kind of hard.” He complains, looking rather defeated and genuinely hurt that you could have intentionally injured him on purpose.

Bringing the plastic weapon down to your side once again, your face suddenly softens as you walk over to him, “Come here you big baby.” You quip sincerely as he leans down so you can give his cheek a quick kiss.

Rising back to his full height, Nandor almost blushes as the corners of his eyes crinkle into a happy smile, “Actually it didn’t hurt at all I just wanted you to kiss me.” Reveals the vampire with a proud grin as you simply roll your eyes.

“Should have known.” You add before turning and snatching up four more plastic foam pirate swords for the others. “Alright let’s get outta here, follow me my love, to the checkout line we shall purchase our weapons of war and partying on the high seas.” You announce with gusto as Nandor stands proudly at your side, ready to follow you anywhere.

“Yes. To check out.”

——

Kicking open the unlocked door, Nandor bursts into the vampire residence with bags full of goodies for Nadja’s birthday party. You right behind him but less dramatically, “We’re back!” You shout to no one in particular as Colin Robinson suddenly appears from out of nowhere, looking ready to leave with his funny little hat and usual beige jacket.

“Oh hey guys,” He starts with a friendly nod, “I’m just heading out on the town tonight. I guess there’s a fair or something in the park and I wanted to test my skill at the ball toss. I’ve been reading up on the body mechanics and how the game is set up which seems pretty basic all in all. Also I really want to win a stuffed bear this time, it might add a little pizazz to my room. Welp see ya’round.” Adds Colin before walking past the two of you without another word and out into the night he goes with some of the camera crew following close behind.

Nandor turns to you with a look of annoyance, “Jeesh I thought he would never leave. Let’s go to your room I want to kiss you some more now.”

“Why my room?”

“Because since you are half vampire you get to sleep in a bed and because I am a full vampire I sleep in a coffin.” Inquires Nandor while looking at you with those big beautiful dark eyes of his, “And my coffin is too small for cuddles so your room will suffice.”

“Yeah that’s a fair point.” You shrug before following him to your room.

After many cuddles leading to other more rated R type activities that lasted until just about sunrise, you finally got some well needed rest while the sun shone high in the sky until she began her dramatic descend back into oblivion. Opening your eyes you slowly rise from out of your comfy bed, already missing the presence of your obsidian eyed lover.

He gets too nervous about your closed windows for fear that the sun might burn him which would be impossible because you black out the glass. But alas, he’s very cautious about these types of things and won’t risk it for anything, though he feels bad about leaving you in the morning, you understand.

Suddenly it dawns on you that today or perhaps tonight, is Nadja’s birthday and you completely forgot to set up any decorations. Shit, how stupid. Throwing the blankets off of you, your feet move quick as you speedily change yesterday’s outfit for something a bit nicer and more clean.

Racing out of your room and into the dimly lit manor hallway, you make a bee line for the attic but before you’re able to reach the steps, Guillermo runs into you, just about knocking you into a wall of various stolen ancient weapons. Sharp ones at that.

That was close.

“Y/N are you okay!” Worries the familiar as you quickly gather your bearings.

“Guillermo! The decorations! Nadja’s birthday!” You whisper yell as the human man simply smiles. “Why are you smiling, this situation does not call for smiles.”

“Don’t worry. While you were sleeping I set up all the decorations.” He replies with a shrug, “No problem.”

“What? But that must have taken you all day, you could have asked me for help. I would have come.” Your brows furrow as he shakes his head, though you still feel bad for not helping with anything.

“Well I did try, but um,” Gullimero awkwardly clears his throat, giving the camera a quick glance, “Nandor was with you and last time I asked for you while you and him where having alone time he threatened to carve out my eyeballs and force feed them to me.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance you take a deep breath, “Sounds like him. Very creative when he wants to be, alright, well....where’s everyone?”

“Oh, they’re not up yet. I was actually on my way to get you. I made blood popsicles and the pool floaty is all done and in the pond.” He says with a sense of pride for his decorating skills. “I think she’ll like what we’ve come up with this year.”

Standing in the living room with your three fellow immortals you search a dresser for her card, “Oh shit where’s my card? I could have sworn I had it yesterday on my dresser but I don’t remember seeing it there in the morning. Maybe it’s in this one?”

“Witches!” Hisses Nadja as you huff in frustration, where the hell did you put that damn card?

“Oh, Y/N my love,” Intervenes Nandor with a gentle tug of your sleeve, “I took it with me when I left your room before sunrise because I wanted to put my name on it too so she would know it’s from us.”

“What?” Replies Lazlo dramatically, “Now hold on just a damn minute, this card competition is individually scored so I won’t be having any of this nonsense. I worked really hard on mine this year.”

“Oh lick a donkey’s arse, look here,” You retort with, quickly holding up the card for Nadja, “there are two separate drawings on ours so either way if one of us wins she gets both our pictures. So you better hope your drawing doesn’t resemble a night clubs bathroom wall.”

“Yeah.” Mutters Nandor, who’s hiding behind you while resting both hands on either one of your shoulders as you glare at Lazlo.

“Fine.” Agrees Lazlo begrudgingly, “And mine will be amazing, this bitch of paper took me a whole six months to plan and produce. Can’t get quality this good anywhere else I guarantee it.” Adds Lazlo with a firm nod of self approval as you glance at the nearby camera.

“Right, okay everyone sit it’s time for presents. I want to know what you all got me.” Beams Nadja excitedly as she smiles a fangy grin in delight, plopping herself down in one of the arm chairs. Lazlo quickly finding the other one while you and Nandor seat yourself on the large couch. Colin and Guillermo finding somewhere to sit close by respectfully.

“Well, all I can say is hold onto your socks my dear cause this is going to blow you away.” Smirks Lazlo as he pulls a small box from out of his jacket pocket.

“If it’s a self made business card that says invitation to sexy town I will puke.” You deadpan while Nandor laughs from beside you, causing Lazlo to lose his smirk as Nadja hides her amusement the best she can manage.

“He he, sexy town, nice one Y/N.” Mutters Nandor with a proud grin as you raise a brow at Lazlo who’s giving you a hard glare.

“Oh, my dear pumpkin pie love, don’t listen to Y/N I will love anything you gift me.” Encourages Nadja with a bright welcoming smile, no doubt immediately boosting Lazlo’s once irked mood.

Rolling your eyes you shift a bit to find yourself leaning into Nandor’s body as Nadja opens up the rest of the vampire residents various gifts. A joyous fangy smile gracing her pale features every single time, revealing this birthday party was a thrilling success.

After much more fun that just about lasts throughout the whole night, and some rare but hilarious attempts at dancing between the five of you vampiric individuals. You’re feeling rather sleepy and you can tell Nandor is ready for a trip to dreamland as well.

Swaying to the lowly playing record instrumental, you hold Nandor tight while simultaneously enjoying the feeling of him so close, him doing just the same as he keeps you firmly pressed against his chest. His long dark hair tickles your face as he presses his head to your cheek, doing his absolute best to keep the flow without tripping up.

Sensing his growing fatigue, you gently squeeze his hand, “My love the sun will be up soon, let’s get you to bed, yes?”

A small lazy smile tugs at the corners of his lips while he looks down to meet your gaze, “But my dark angel I’m not tired. I want to dance with you a little longer.” He whines adorably before failing to conceal a big yawn.

Giggling, you lean back to slowly lead him towards the door, “That yawn says otherwise.”

“That wasn’t a yawn Y/N, I was just smiling really big.” He protests, though he still follows your lead to the door.

“I’ve never seen anyone smile like that.” You add with a raised brow.

“Well maybe that’s just how I smile.”

Letting out a breathy snort, you pull away from him to at last take his one hand, “Come. I can’t have a single ray of that dreaded sun to get a taste of your precious skin. Not on my watch.”

Glancing at the closed front door, Nandor squeezes your hand, “Well um, now since you’ve mentioned the sun...I think I’d like to go to my crypt now.” He says, the flash of worry crossing over his face for only a brief moment.

“You sure? I mean a sunrise is pretty beautiful if I’m being honest and I know you never get to see them...”

“Not funny Y/N. And not fair, you know I can’t because I am full vampire.”

“And you’re missing out.”

“And I’d like to stay alive Y/N.”

“Aren’t you dead?”

“Yes and I am your only husband so I need to stay not burnt to a crisp.”

Chuckling, you follow him down the hallway, “Oh really? Don’t want me finding myself with another vampiric lover? Some new beast to sweep me off my feet and take me away into the night.” You tease.

Side eyeing you, he frowns, “No. Don’t I sweep you off your feet?”

Stepping into his crypt you stop him with your hand against his bicep, “Always.” You whisper sincerely with a quick wink, causing him to break out into a big fangy grin.

“Good. And if anyone would try and whoo you I would make sure there would be no more whooing again!” Exclaims Nandor, making the candles rise in flame for only a short second at his rise in emotion for how much he loves you.

“I don’t doubt they would fall by your blade. Not for a second.”

#nandor the relentless #Nandor x reader #nandor x you #nandor x y/n #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows x reader #vampire fun yeah #love my big huggable vampire #:)

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Lao Nie and Nie Mingjue have a good day together and bond. What was their relationship like before the qi deviation?

Boys - ao3

“Two paths, hmm?” Lao Nie said, squinting at the road markers in front of him. “Well, I don’t see why we can’t go down this one to the right –”

“No.”

“No? Why not?”

“Because little uncle asked me not to let you meet any new dangerous women,” Nie Mingjue said, looking as serious as ever – only his little hands, swinging to the side, revealed that he was just a ten-year-old. Still a child, no matter how mature he tried to act. “And a place called the Springtime Ghost Valley sounds like it probably has dangerous women.”

“Hey,” Lao Nie protested mildly. “Who’s the father here, me or you?”

“If a-die wants a new wife, little uncle will find one that isn’t inclined to kill him.”

That sounded like a recitation.

“Then what’s even the point,” Lao Nie grumbled, and reached out to ruffle his son’s hair, enjoying how Nie Mingjue yelped when he did, glaring up at him with offended dignity.

In all honesty, Lao Nie had no idea how he’d ended up with a son as serious and sincere and earnest as Nie Mingjue – he himself hadn’t taken anything seriously in years. Probably it was his mother’s influence.

Now that was a woman.

Not that his foxy second wife hadn’t been woman enough to blow him away either…

Hmm.

Perhaps they had a point about his taste in women.

“How about men?” Lao Nie suggested. “If it really means so much to you, I could swear off of women entirely –”

“A-die.”

“Mm?”

“Leave Sect Leader Wen alone.”

Lao Nie cracked up.

Because Lao Nie was the father, however easy-going he might sometimes be, they ended up heading down the right-hand path regardless. They were supposed to be night-hunting, after all – it was the perfect bonding experience according to Jiwei, though Lao Nie suspected his saber of having selfish intentions there – and deliberately avoiding a place with ‘Ghost’ in the name was hardly appropriate for scions of a Great Sect like theirs.

Although the reference to springtime was admittedly a little worrisome.

If it turned out to be a brothel, with the ghost thing being just a clever if somewhat tonedeaf marketing ploy, Lao Nie was turning around and taking them both home at once. He wasn’t going to risk little Nie Mingjue turning out anything like that awful Jin Guangshan – or, nearly as bad, having to explain anything more about the joys of sex to those earnest little button eyes and dimpled cheeks with no time to prepare first. He still hadn’t recovered emotionally from the last few times Nie Mingjue had asked him a question like that.

When they finally reached the end of the path, turning a corner to behold a clearing that was probably completely ordinary during the daytime, Lao Nie found that he’d been both right and wrong.

“It’s a ghost brothel,” he marveled. He’d never seen anything like it in his life.

“Dangerous women,” Nie Mingjue reminded him.

“A-Jue! Let your father live a little!”

Nie Mingjue rolled his eyes.

Lao Nie virtuously ignored his slightly judgmental brat of a son. It wouldn’t do him that much harm to go visit for a while, with the risk of Jin Guangshan-ness being relatively minimal; they were ghosts, after all. It was the duty of every cultivator to fight against evil, wherever it lived, no matter its form –

“Fighting? Is that what it’s called?”

“Who taught you sarcasm?” Lao Nie asked, knowing perfectly well that the answer was himself. “I ought to smack them.”

Nie Mingjue crossed his arms over his chest and pouted at him. “Fine, it’s fighting, we’ll go fight them. Do you want me to start drawing ghost-repelling talismans?”

“Liberate first!” Lao Nie sang out. “Come on, let’s go see what they’re like – er, that is, I mean, see what grievances they have that are keeping them here, of course. There’s no harm in dangerous women. Just don’t let them eat your yang energy!”

“It’s not my yang energy that I’m worried about, a-die…”

The ghostly madame was an extraordinarily charming person and Lao Nie liked her at once.

Not liked her liked her – he’d fallen head over heels with both of his wives from the first word, and that hadn’t happened here – but still, conversing with her was an extraordinarily enjoyable way to spend time.

She was witty and clever, with a broad range of knowledge and a gift for keeping a conversation lively and exciting; she could meet every verbal riposte with ease, and looked utterly gorgeous and composed the entire time. Sure, she kept trying to lure Lao Nie into an orgy in which all of his yang energy would be slowly sucked out before his body was ripped to pieces and his bones cracked open so that the ghosts could consume the marrow within, but what a way to go, right?

Nie Mingjue spent his time making friends with the ghost prostitutes.

Lao Nie wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting.

Well, he supposed he’d been expected a range of things – anything from Nie Mingjue getting suckered in by one of the ghosts and needing to be rescued by his father to Nie Mingjue just pulling out his Baxia and trying to stab them because he felt offended by their existence. He wasn’texpecting his ghostly conversational partner to suddenly frown mid-sentence and say, “What is he talking to them about?”

Lao Nie turned his head slightly and started listening.

“– just because you’re a ghost doesn’t mean you have to work allthe time, surely,” Nie Mingjue was saying, completely serious and earnest in the way he so often was. Lao Nie’s son had in fact inherited his sense of humor, only it tended to be buried fairly deep down and make its way up to the surface in an understated way in the most unexpected times; the rest of the time, he was straightforward to a fault, treating everything sincerely. “The birds in the trees, the animals in the fields – even among prostitutes, even the street-walking ladies know they need to take time to rest! I can’t believe you really have to work every single night. How long has it been since you had a night off?”

The ghost prostitutes around him had contemplative looks on their faces.

“Isn’t the whole point of becoming a vengeful man-eating ghost that you have more power than regular humans? I don’t know, it kind of seems like a bad deal if you have even worse conditions after all that –”

“I’m sorry,” the ghostly madame said, looking irritated underneath all her carefully painted smiles. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment…”

Lao Nie had to bite his hand to keep from laughing out loud.

“I think we’ve all learned a valuable life lesson today,” Lao Nie announced.

Nie Mingjue was pouting again.

“I don’t think we did,” he said, sounding profoundly skeptical. A filial child like Nie Mingjue shouldn’t sound so skeptical of his beloved father’s words of wisdom, really; if Lao Nie wasn’t so heartless, he might be offended. Of course, the skepticism might have originated from the heartlessness, so it was all six of one, half a dozen of the other in the end. “Those poor ghost ladies! They were still fighting each other by the time we left!”

“I’ve never seen a ghost pull another ghost’s hair before,” Lao Nie conceded. It had been brilliant. “One day, someone’s going to figure out a more reliable way to use ghosts to fight ghosts, mark my words.”

“Isn’t that demonic cultivation?”

“Oh, sure,” Lao Nie said, still cheerful. “If whoever it is does too much of it, eventually it’ll build up into a backlash that’ll kill them in some grossly horrific manner. Probably ripped into pieces by the backlash. And that’s not even counting how they’d be ostracized and hunted by the cultivation world first! But still, imagine how exciting it’d be in the meantime!”

“A-die…”

Lao Nie patted Nie Mingjue on the head again, earning another glare. “Immortality is a lie, A-Jue. We’re all here for a short time, each and every one of us, and only the length determined by fate and man. All that matters is what we do with the time that we have, and whether we’ve used it well.”

“To fight against evil wherever it lives, no matter its form?”

“To leave the world a better place than when we entered it, and to let our memories linger in the hearts of those that love us,” Lao Nie said. “Fighting evil is the best way to accomplish the former, and living a good life the latter. And you might as well have a good time doing it, if you can! Everything else is just extra.”

Nie Mingjue thought about that for a moment. “And a-die likes to have second helpings of extras?”

That was true. Lao Nie was a man of prodigious appetites of all sorts.

Despite that, he protested, “That wasn’t the point I was trying to make. I was being serious for once.” Seeing Nie Mingjue’s skeptical look, he made a face. “I can be serious, sometimes!”

“Can you?”

“It’s been known to happen! A date written on a wall will be right once a year.”

“Not if the wall gets painted over.”

“Ouch,” Lao Nie said. “I don’t even understand the metaphor you’re making, and I’m still going ouch.”

“Uh-huh,” Nie Mingjue said, utterly unimpressed. “You know, if you wanted one of the ghost ladies to be Third Mother, you would’ve been better off with the one playing the qin, not the ghost madame. She was much more powerful.”

Lao Nie arched his eyebrows. “Was she?”

Nie Mingjue nodded. “She had claws like a lizard.”

Lao Nie tried to remember which one of them had been the ghost girl playing the qin. He couldn’t quite remember at first – the women there were all surpassingly lovely, almost to the point of over-saturation – and then suddenly an image came into view, a beauty with a veil and sharp sword-like eyebrows, leaning over the qin with the shining pearl hanging in the center of her forehead dipping down.

And, yes, claws like a lizard.

“Hmm,” Lao Nie said. “That might have been a dragon, actually. You should be careful of those, they’re tricky.”

They’ll rip you and three dozen other cultivators besides into more pieces than can be picked up without blinking an eye, he meant, and you won’t even know what hit you. Avoid at all costs.

“Oh,” Nie Mingjue said, blinking. “Oops.”

“…what do you mean, oops?”

“Nothing bad! If I’m not supposed to interact with her, does that mean I should go and give back the gift she gave me?”

“She gave you a – give me that,” Lao Nie said. “This instant.”

“But a-die, you said there’s no harm in dangerous women –”

“For me, you foolish child!”

“I suppose it’s fine,” Lao Nie finally concluded, having inspected the dragon pearl from all angles several times over. “I don’t know how you do this, A-Jue.”

“Do what?”

Lao Nie thought about how his foxy second wife had cooed over his eldest son with a (slightly disturbing) fervor that she otherwise reserved only for eating snacks, and how viciously she’d dealt with anyone who’d even thought of interfering with Nie Mingjue in any way. He was fairly sure he himself had only survived his second marriage on account of having such a charming son.

“Don’t worry about it,” he finally said, mostly because he wasn’t entirely sure how to explain – or if he even entirely understood. “Anyway, it’s nothing dangerous. Rather the contrary! Dragon pearls like this are given to baby dragons to protect them.”

Nie Mingjue frowned. “What feeds on baby dragons?”

“…I think it’s mostly to protect them from themselves,” Lao Nie said, feeling a little uncertain about it himself. “And if it’s not, I don’t think I want to know, to be perfectly honest. There’s fighting evil, which is only right, and then there’s suicide, which is a waste – a wise man should know how to judge the difference between them. Anyway, that wasn’t the point I was trying to make.”

“It wasn’t?”

“It wasn’t, and you aren’t allowed to start worrying about the fate of theoretical baby dragons – I forbid it.” Nie Mingjue scowled. He’d probably started worrying already. “My point was actually that a pearl like this is a remarkably powerful protective tool for cultivators – one of those things that can only be found by chance and not made. Keep this on you, and you’ll never have to fear your opponent in battle.”

Nie Mingjue looked thoughtful.

“What do you want to do with that pearl, anyway?” Lao Nie asked after they’d gotten home and split up just long enough to take a nice long relaxing bath and gobble down dinner. “Do you want to put it in the treasury?”

Nie Mingjue blinked twice, which for him was practically the same as looking terribly shifty-eyed.

“You already did something with it,” Lao Nie deduced. “Something that isn’t using it as intended.”

“Oh, no,” Nie Mingjue said, looking shocked at the mere suggestion. “I’m definitely using it as intended.”

Lao Nie looked him up and down. “You’re not wearing it.”

“Well, I wouldn’t use it. Protection from your opponents in proper battle – that seems like cheating!”

Lao Nie felt a slight headache coming on. People who said they wanted a good boy for a son had no idea what they were getting themselves into, he reflected. Why couldn’t he have birthed a complete rascal instead?

“All right,” he said, instead of saying any of that because at the end of the day, bewildering as he might be, Nie Mingjue was his son and he loved him more than anything. “So what did you do with it?”

“I gave it to Huaisang.”

Lao Nie blinked. He supposed that really was using it for its intended purpose – protecting babies from themselves – although he suspected the dragon lady had been thinking of Nie Mingjue as the baby.

“Although…”

Lao Nie raised his eyebrows.

“…I think he may have swallowed it.”

My boys, Lao Nie thought, and had to sit down and hold his ribs because he otherwise feared he might split his sides from laughing so hard. Only my boys.

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Dabi x Reader x Hawks

It was always the three of us-NSFW

summary: DabiHawks is already established and the two of them are dating. You've been their best friend for years and them getting together feels like two heartbreaks at once. But- Take a guess man I dunno...I'm under the impression tht they like you too🤷‍♀️

❗️warnings❗️: slight angst (only the begging, your heart will be fine I promise), eating out, threesome, double penetration, creampie, praise...sex?

word count: 3k

Edited 13. January 2021

You're sick of it.

There's always a bittersweet taste on your tongue when the three of you hang out now.

Nothing really changed if you were trying to look at it objectively.

They still talked to you like before.

Invited you over, chilled with you, fuck even watched movies and cuddled with you.

Yet there was a string being pulled at your heart every time they kissed in front of you, held hands, whispered to each other...

You were watching a stupid comedy, your eyes blankly looking at the screen while you tried not to focus on the way their fingers tangled together, drawing small circles over each other's knuckles as they laughed at the screen.

Their hands were on the pillow that was placed in your lap, your small form in between them.

You try to focus back on the movie, ignoring the sound of cloud nine laughter that filled your ears.

You missed half of the scenes already, you can't make yourself watch it at this point, so you zone out again, falling down the rabbit hole you always find yourself in.

"Songbird, everything alright?" Keigo's worried voice snaps your attention back to reality, his brows furrowed as he stares at your glistening eyes. You don't know how much time passed but you didn't know you were so close to crying until his voice snapped you out of it.

Dabi's hands find purchase of your cheek, turning your face to him so that he could see what made Hawks turn off the TV.

You're met with blue eyes, a look of utter concern causing your skin to crawl, making it hard to fight the urge to punch something, anything.

"Talk to us doll, you know we're here" your heart shatters in pieces, hot tears piling up until they began to freely fall down your face, your fists clutching the pillow, your knuckles turning white.

They've seen you cry many times before, both of their arms flying around you to hold you tight, but your arms pushed and nagged at theirs, your small body shaking and kicking them away.

The fucking nicknames, the closeness of their bodies made you feel like you were suffocating, finally being able the breathe once they let go and you ended up on your feet.

You took a large gulp of air. You've practiced this. Replayed the sentence over and over until you learned how to say it even through tears. At this point, you couldn't keep stitching your heart up every time you spent time with then.

"I can't hang out with you guys anymore" it felt like a weight being lifted off your shoulders until you looked back at them. You're gonna do this and then cry when you get back home. You got this.

"What the fuck? Why?" Dabi was the first one to speak, standing up and coming closer to you until you stepped away.

He grits his teeth and stays in place, Keigo's fingers pulling the hem of his sleeves to let you have your space.

"I...I think we at least deserve an explanation...yeah?" Keigo's broken voice surged through the room, Dabi's hand reaching out to his in an act of comfort.

Your eyes burned through their hands but you nodded nonetheless.

"After I say this I don't want to hear a word from any of you. Not a single one of pity or comfort or any of that." they hesitantly agreed, Hawks pulling Dabi back on the couch.

You began nervous laughing ,fighting the new wave of tears as you opened your mouth to speak.

"So. Haha...fuck...I'm in love with you guys. Fucking hilarious right" your forced laughter burned their ears, making them cringe.

"It was a really great time for a long while wasn't it?" you joked, clapping your hands together and squinting your eyes. You have no idea who you'll be without them, but you'll have to find out.

Two pairs of arms tackled you, almost making you fall to the floor, your feet losing balance as they held you up. You want to fight, yet you know you can't win, so your body settles for shutting down, you're ears buzzing and doing their best to cancel out any words they're about to let out.

"You're the dumbest bitch I know" Dabi mumbled into your hair, pulling you into his chest as Keigo's hands stayed on your hips. "You're such an idiot" Dabi lets out again, soothingly petting your back in an effort to calm you down.

You were a mess, mumbling confused nonsense, almost offended until Hawks reached for your chin, turning your head to him and smashing his lips against yours.

"It was always the three of us wasn't it doll?" Dabi questioned, pushing Keigo's face away and kissing you deeply.

Hawks tried to act annoyed for a second, fluffing his feathers and puffing up his cheeks before a smile fought onto his lips.

Your brain was running laps against your skull, everything feeling dizzy as you gripped at the hem of their shirts.

Dabi finally pulled away, his mouth hanging open as he caught his breath.

You thought about this possibility every passing second of your days, a small part of you hoping for something you deemed irrational. Yet it made sense, their hot breaths against your neck and airy laughs against your skin sending goosebumps all over to your tippy toes.

"Be ours, songbird" you only managed to nod, hiding your face in your hands as now happy tears welled up.

Two hot mouths kissed your knuckles, moving your fingers aways and pecking both of your cheeks and eyelids. You open your eyes, blinking the tears away.

A pair of red wings wrapped around all three of you, squeezing and flapping excitedly. They talked about this, dreamed about this, hell they won't go to the extent that they fantasized about you, and they are so mad that you had to go through this before they gathered the balls to do something about it.

You watched the two kiss sweetly, squishing you between them. A quiet moan leaves your lips when you see Dabi reaching a hand around Keigo's neck, his large palm plastered over his throat, his fingertips lightly pressing down when Hawks tried to pull away.

Your body shivered, your arms lending up to tug at the hero's hair, feasting on the small pants that left his lips when you latched onto his neck. He doesn't know whose lips he would rather chase as both of you move away.

Dabi fights against the wings, glaring at Keigo to let both of you go.

When he reluctantly complies, Dabi is quick to pick you up and drape you over his shoulder, smacking your ass and chuckling when he hears your scream. It certainly lightens the mood.

Hawks follows behind the two of you, skipping steps and closing the door behind Dabi when he enters the bedroom. He's like an overgrown puppy, excitedly waiting for a treat.

Your back hits the cushion, the villain's shirt being stripped off him by Keigo's rushing hands.

You're already rubbing your thighs together, mouth-watering as you catch a glimpse of his abs.

You don't have that much time to enjoy the view, since his hands are on you in seconds, gripping at the hem of your sweater. You sit up, raising your arms to help him out, your shirt following suit and flying to the floor carelessly. The blonde kneels on the bed, joining Dabi.

Heated hands cup your breasts kneading at the flesh while his mouth latches onto your nipple.

Hawks scoffs at his greedy boyfriend, lowering himself to your neck, mouthing at the skin as your body jolts after a particularly rough bite to your flesh. Keigo is definitely the gentle one, kissing your skin and humming softly while he takes his sweet time with you.

"He's going too fast isn't he little birdie?"

You're not sure if you can answer it...it's too much of both fast and slow, your nerves getting the best of you as he waits for your response .

Hawks gets it, he does...but he still wants to give an option of slowing down, tangling his fingers in his boyfriends hair and pulling him away only slightly.

Dabi's pierced tongue lolls out, giving a teasing flick at your hardening nub, followed by more as he swirls it around, grinning and looking up at you. The contrast of the hot tip of his tongue and the metal sending your brain into an overdrive.

He's still held back by Keigo, but he doesn't fight the pull, instead he finds himself unbearably hard from being bossed around like this.

You pull him back by the nape of his neck, Hawks' grip loosening so that you can stuff his mouth full of your plump flesh.

That is enough of an answer to him.

Keigo's fingers trail your stomach, ghosting over your belly before going to the buttons of your pants. He waits for a few moments, leaning his forehead against yours, pecking your lips before moving in between your legs.

Once you lightly nod, he unbuttons them with ease, moving down to pull them off your legs.

You look down at Dabi, eyeing the numerous hickeys on your tits. He looks up, darting his tongue out and licking over the bruised marks, smirking when you swallow over the lump in your throat. Your skin there is now mostly purple and red, some patches even grazed with small specks of blood threatening to seep out.

You hear a ruffle of feathers, a blush plastered across Keigo's cheeks as he inches his hand closer to your panties. He can see how wet you are, the material sopping up your arousal. His touch is gentle but heavenly good, his fingers gliding between your clothed folds.

Keigo's free hand grips the bulge in his pants, trying to ease some of the pressure by pressing on it.

Dabi moves to sit behind you, spreading his legs for your tiny form and pulling you against his chest. He had his fill for now and he wants to watch the show. He knows Hawks looks pretty with his mouth full.

He lifts you up so that the hero can slip the panties off, sitting you back down and spreading your legs once the layer isn't in the way anymore.

Cold air hits your exposed heat, your pussy clenching around nothing. You would be ashamed if you didn't hear the low growl coming from Hawks as he settled his face between your thighs. You smell fucking delicious, blood rushing to his ears as he takes a look at your sex.

His wings tighten against his back before spreading out when he takes the first lick. You lean all of your weight onto Dabi when Keigo's hands dig into the back of your thighs, opening them out as he starts lapping at your cunny.

Dabi's breath hits your ear, a shudder rumbling through his chest when your pliant body humps against the blonde's tongue. His large hands snake up to play with your breasts, kneading the tortured nub between his fingers as he ghosts over the marks he left on you.

Turning your head to him, you pull him in a kiss, moaning when Keigo circles two digits over your sex.

You impatiently wiggle your hips to push them in, combing your fingers into his hair to will him on.

Dabi's arm is now securely wrapped around your belly, holding you tight while he explores your mouth, his piercing clicking against your teeth.

You taste like everything he needs and more, his bulge throbbing in his sweats and against your body, impatient to finally have you.

"Hawks." his voice is stern but begging, urging his boyfriend to stretch you out already.

You're already so wet, and the two digits slip in and out with ease, your juices gushing in Keigo's palm all while his tongue doesn't stop swirling at your clit.

Dabi impatiently slips his cock out of his sweats, raising you up to push against Kei's fingers.

Hawks scolds him, but pulls out nonetheless, guiding Dabi's length over your slit, silking him up in his own spit. You mewl when he prodes at your entrance, biting your lip as you wait for the stretch.

It burns, but you feel so heavenly full, His large cock pushing to the hilt in one slow thrust, His tip fitting snuggly against your cervix.

Dabi's breathing is ragged and heavy on your shoulder, his eyes shut tight as he savors the warmth of your cunt.

"Fuck Keigo, you have no idea what you're missing out on."

You look down at the blonde, his tongue darting out to lick along Dabi's base, going between his cock and your pussy, mouthing at where the two of you connect.

Hawks is somewhat keeping his cool but his cock humps against the bed, his whole body swaying as if he's dragging his dick along your skin.

Dabi slowly ruts into you, deep and torturous. Your eyes widen when you feel a finger try to push in, the villains' movement coming to a stop as he tries to comfort you. Tears start pricking in your eyes, your legs trying desperately to close as you urge them to stay open. You want it, you truly fucking do, but when you feel another try to slip past your tight walls you're not sure if you're gonna stay conscious. There's already no place left just from Dabi alone and shit, you feel like screaming.

"Please baby, I promise it'll feel better soon, can you be a good girl for us hmmm?I believe in you..." Keigo's voice rings in your ears, your half-lidded eyes looking at your stretched pussy, watching the fingers pump knuckles deep in and and out, dragging between Dabi's cock and your walls.

You're so fucking wet and covered in slick, your folds glossy in your essence, pooling around Dabi's shaft.

A warm hand rests on your belly, easing your muscles, and relaxing you. There's a third finger pushing against the first two, the stretch surprisingly not as painful as the previous.

Keigo leans over you, kissing away the tears that ran down your cheeks, massaging the ravenette's arousal with the pads of his fingers.

"We're so so proud of you dove...Thank you so much" your chest swells with pride, a wide smile adorning your face. You do feel like you're being tricked with these comments but it doesn't matter, they seem to work.

The blonde pulls the other man in a kiss, slipping his fingers out of your core as he aligns his head with your cunt.

Both of them move to each side of your face, placing their lips at the corners of your mouth. You gulp, filling your lungs and holding your breath.

Your hands fist Keigo's shirt, pulling and almost ripping the poor thing apart when he prods the tight rim. Fuck it's so hard to breathe, air practically knocked out of you, your shaky hands wrapping around Hawks.

Inch by inch, he bottoms out, groaning at the tightness around his dick.

Minutes pass by, your boyfriends lavishing and worshiping your skin with kisses and gentle touches, loving every part of you they could reach.

The hero's wings wrap protectively around both of you when he starts moving, his head pressed against your shoulder.

Dabi seems to pick up the pace too, thrusting in as soon as Keigo almost pulls out. The rhythm isn't rushed at first, both of them moaning with each throb of your walls around their lengths.

They're taking their sweet time, angling their hips experimentally, noting the way your body shakes at each perfect plow into your cunt.

It's too good and too much, the knot in your tummy already threatening to snap loose. And the boys are on the verge of their highs too, gradually becoming more and more greedy, not pulling out almost at all, pounding and rutting against your cervix.

Dabi's grip on you tightens, trying to keep your body in place as he and Hawks rock into your pussy. Keigo moves from the crook of your neck, raising his hand to get a hold of the villain's jaw, smashing their lips together .

You're squished in between them as they moan into each other's mouth groaning when they feel you squeezing around them.

They're gonna cream you so good, pump their seed into your hole and make you so so full...you'll never settle for anything less after them and they fucking know it.

Your eyes swell with tears as you feel the knot finally snapping loose, you don't want it to end, you don't want them to ever move away from you but your body works against you, bringing you to the most powerful orgasm you ever felt, surging through your muscles and making them flex and clench.

Both of them look at eachother, eyes wide and blown with lust as they cum at the same time, hot seed coating your walls and leaking down Dabi's shaft.

They're panting, their foreheads touching as they caress your body all over.

"I love you..." Hawks says breathlessly, his eyes closed and his wings folding against his back, giving you all room to move and breathe.

He slips out, causing the rest of their cum to seep out. Dabi scoffs at the mess smeared over his length and thighs, slowly handling your body and moving you off his lap.

Dabi picks you up and Hawks chuckles. "You like carrying them huh?"

It earns him a glare, placing you in the heroes arms and making his way to the bathroom.

"I.Have.My.Own.Cum...Dripping down my ass" he hisses out making Keigo wheeze, almost tumbling over and dropping you.

You can't help but smile, nuzzling your head into your winged boyfriend's shoulder.

Everything clicked in place finally, your eyes closing in comfort as you let them take care of everything...take care of you.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

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