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[stvrmhondss]

“research” i whisper as i stare at photos of charles’ lips

[lutik327]

[luxaofhesperides]

Ghostlights as college roommates and maybe some identity shenanigans thrown in would be so fun! Maybe dannys doing a little vigilante work on the side as well to up the secret identity mayhem

Danny would like to say his college career is going well. Gotham isn’t where he was expecting to pursue higher education, but the engineering scholarship he got through the Wayne Educational Foundation was just too good to turn down. It even covered the cost of an apartment! Although, the apartment is shared with another student who got a Wayne scholarship. 

Even with that, Danny lucked out and got a great roommate. Duke Thomas is chill, kind, respects Danny’s space and doesn’t throw wild parties or invite random people in at all hours of the day. He even joins Danny twice a week for study sessions!

Really, it would be the perfect college experience except for one thing: the ghosts.

Danny thought they’d stay in Amity Park. They had no reason to stray from the city where the portal was, and his parents are more than enough to keep most ghosts away. It took his friends, Jazz, and even Vlad to convince Danny that he wasn’t abandoning Amity Park and that the city wouldn’t fall while he took a few years to focus on himself. 

He worried right up until he got to GCU and walked the campus for the first time. Then he decided to enjoy the four years he had on the scholarship to get his degree and live his own life like a normal person.

To say he’s pissed about the ghosts is an understatement. 

The one thing he was looking forward to most is not being Phantom. Gotham is home to the Bats and they’re more than capable of handling everything in the city. It means there’s no need for him here and he can focus on school and enjoy going on invisible flights without worrying about being hunted down or having to fight a ghost. 

“Are you fucking kidding me,” he mutters under his breath as he feels the familiar chill race up his throat, A cold mist wafts out of his mouth, curling around his words, and Danny quickly ducks his head and hides it from sight. 

“Did you say something?” Duke asks, looking up from where he leans against the kitchen counter, squinting at a recipe on his phone. 

“Nah,” Danny lies. “Just stressing.” He gestures to the papers he has spread out on the dining table, then stands up. “I’m gonna take a walk. Maybe that’ll get my brain to work correctly tonight.”

“Got your phone on you?”

Danny reflexively drops a hand to his pocket, checking that his phone is where it’s supposed to be. It’s what Duke asks every single time Danny mentions going out, worried about Danny being unprepared for Gotham. It’s nice of him, though Danny does wish he can say that he’s survived a lot worse than a few muggers. 

“Got it.”

“Alright. I’ll try to work on dinner while you’re out.”

Danny nods and offers Duke a small wave before pulling his shoes on at the door. He grabs his keys and heads out, double checking that the door is locked behind him. 

Then he glances around the hallway, checking that the coast is clear, and pulls up the chill of awareness in his chest. Slowly, he breathes out, watching the blue mist waft out and lead towards the stairwell. 

“Wonder who it is this time,” he mutters to himself, going into the cold, concrete stairwell. It always feels a little off in there, as if he��s been removed from the rest of the world when the door closes behind him. His footsteps echo oddly in the space, so Danny chooses to fly instead, keeping his feet off the floor. 

A few flights down is when he sees her: pale and translucent, a faint blue glow around her. She’s a familiar face. Emilia is one of the first of Gotham’s ghosts he’s met, leading to the rather unpleasant realization that ghosts don’t only come from the Infinite Realms. There’s a strange sort of magic in the very foundations of Gotham that makes it the way it is, creating ghosts that are different enough from what he’s used to that it leaves him off balance. 

Gotham keeps her dead. Few get to pass on peacefully, and most have to wait until they grow weak and wither away, a second death, before they can be released from the living realm. The ghosts of Gotham are pale and weak, for the most part, and try to cling to him so grow stronger from his ectoplasm. 

Most want him to help them pass on, or give them a way into the Infinite Realms. Some want him to bring justice to their killers. Others want to kill him and take his ectoplasm for their own so they can continue their reign of terror in Gotham, unable to be stopped even in death. 

Emilia gives him warnings. It’s not always her, but she tends to be the one to draw him out of his apartment, pulling him into a vigilante lifestyle because he can’t bring himself to refuse anyone who asks for his help, and the dead in Gotham have no one else to ask.

“Danny,” she greets. “Nueve is out again. He’s going after the ghosts near Chantilly Street.”

“The sun isn’t even down yet,” Danny grumbles. Nueve, an old gang enforcer who died a few decades ago, cannibalizes other ghosts. It doesn’t destroy the other ghosts, not really, but it makes them feel pain when they shouldn’t be able to feel much at all. Taking their limited reserves of ectoplasm makes him momentarily stronger, and he uses that stolen strength to try to harm the living.

He’s been successful a few times. Danny makes sure to rip him apart as much as possible these days; he won’t be here forever, but he’s hoping that within his four years at GCU, he’ll be able to permanently stop Nueve.

Times like these, he misses having a Fenton Thermos with him. Though he’s not entirely sure it would work on Gotham’s ghosts with how different they are. 

Emilia follows him down the stairwell to the ground floor. Once there, Danny shoves his hand into the floor, taking out the backpack he’s hidden in it. He’s done this change of clothes so often he can do it in just a minute now, hiding his face and pulling on gloves beneath a large hoodie with old ectoplasm stains along the sleeves and hem. A gas mask is pulled on as well, covering the bottom half of his face, a necessary addition to his Ghost Work Outfit™ after he almost got caught in some Fear Gas during Scarecrow’s last attack. 

“Alright,” he says, “Lead the way.”

Emilia takes off through the wall and Danny hurries to follow, going invisible as he hits the streets. 

It’s still early evening, the sun not yet fully set. Plenty of people walk along the sidewalks and cars pass by endlessly, honking at each other as they try to go twenty above the speed limit. Danny does his best to avoid running into everyone, deftly dodging the reaching hands of a few ghosts who spot him as he sprints by. 

They only go a few blocks away from his apartment building, turning into a dead end alley where a group of teens (living, for once) are stuck with their backs to the wall, clinging to each other as they warily watch the man in front of them carelessly twirl a gun around his finger. 

The man makes a strange clicking noise in the back of his throat, and it takes Danny a moment to realize that he’s trying to talk. 

Still invisible, Danny sneaks around to stand in front of the teens, ready to bodily protect them. The man looks alive, and Danny see any ghosts around save for Emilia, standing at the mouth of the alley. There’s something strange about him; his movements seem just a little off, not quite as fluid as they should be. It’s not the movement of someone on drugs. It’s something that screams uncanny valley.

The gun’s handle drops solidly into the man’s palm. He makes another few clicks, then raising the gun to point at the teens.

“Bad idea, pal,” Danny says dropping his invisibility. The teens behind him startle, gasping and trying to press themselves further into the wall. 

The man’s eyes flash weakly and the pieces click into place in Danny’s mind. Nueve must have gotten strong enough to possess someone. That is… alarming, to say the least.

He rips the gun out of the man’s hand and tosses it aside. Then he pushes away the man’s arm when Nueve makes a clumsy attempt to punch him. With his chest left wide open and undefended, Danny takes the chance to shove his hand into the man’s chest, feeling for the familiar chill of a ghost. 

And then he wraps his fingers tight around it and pulls out Nueve, leaving the man to collapse. 

The teens behind him scream and Danny winces. 

Pulling out a faintly glowing human figure from someone’s physical body does not look good. It’s the best way to end a possession, but it does look alarmingly like he’s just ripped someone’s soul out of their body.

Keeping hold of Nueve’s ghost, Danny steps to the side. “You guys should go now. Take care.”

The teens don’t need any more prompting. They take off in a run, tripping over each other in their haste to get away.

Danny spares a glance to the man unconscious on the ground, but there’s nothing he can do with an angry ghost in his hands, so he has no choice but to leave him there as he flies up to a rooftop farther down the street. 

“How many times do we need to do this, Nueve?” he asks tiredly, shaking the ghost.

“These streets should be mine!” Nueve howls, trying to break free of Danny’s grasp. But he’s quickly growing weak, his energy fading, and Danny’s holding back his own ectoplasm as tightly as he can. “They may have killed me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still take what I’m owed!”

“Dude, you’re dead. There’s nothing here for you. Move on.”

“You don’t get to speak on this, outsider. You think a freak like you has an say over us? You can’t stop us. You don’t even know what’s coming.”

Danny squints at him. “What, are you planning a heist or something? With your gang of dead people too weak to lift a piece of paper?”

“We’re not all dead. We’ve got living folk helping us and we’ll be taking you out first when we hit the streets.”

“Good luck with that,” Danny says flatly, “Begone with you.” 

Without giving Nueve a chance to say another word, he rips Nueve’s head off his body. His ghost wavers, then dissipates like smoke, fading away. 

Another side effect of whatever it is Gotham does to her dead: their ghost forms are remarkably fragile and it takes only a bit of strength to tear them to shreds, giving him some peace before they reform again. It won’t stop Nueve from striking out again, gathering enough strength until he’s able to possess some other unfortunate soul, but Danny’s bought himself some time to figure out what the hell was he talking about?

There are living folk involved with whatever he’s planning. It’s probably another gang, maybe someone with magic who is able to see ghosts? Which is not great. Danny doesn’t know much about magic; even when facing ghosts who used magic or magical artifacts, his go to method of dealing with them is to start throwing hands like there’s no tomorrow.

Well.

It’s a problem for later.

For now, Danny needs to get back to his apartment and work on his calculus homework. Hopefully he can finish it before he gets frustrated enough that he gives up and lies face down on the floor until Duke manhandles him onto the couch, where he’s less of a tripping hazard.

He’s just about to get back to street level when his Fenton Luck strikes again and he hears someone land on the roof, just a few feet behind him.

“Hey there, stranger,” the Signal says. “You know, we run into each other so often it feels rude not to introduce ourselves. Why don’t you go first?”

Danny turns to face the daylight vigilante, standing with his arms crossed as if that would make him look any more approachable. He’s been popping up wherever Danny’s out dealing with ghosts, which is very not great for Danny’s plans to have a peaceful, normal college life. 

Biting his tongue, Danny gives the Signal a quick two fingered salute, then goes intangible and drops down through the building. His invisibility sweeps over him and then he’s running through the streets, hoping it’s enough to keep the Signal from following him to his apartment.

He skids to a stop in the stairwell, dropping his intangibility just in time to crash into the wall. Panting, Danny waits for a tense minute to see if he’s been followed. 

When the door to the stairwell remains closed, he lets out a slow breath, then pulls off all the pieces of his Ghost Work Outfit, shoving it back into his bag. He takes a moment to fix his hair, messy from the hood, then shoves the bag back into the floor, safely hidden from curious eyes. 

Then he very casually walks up the stairs to the fifth floor and walks down the hallway to his apartment. His keys clang together when he opens the door, and Duke usually hears it when it does, but just in case, Danny calls out, “I’m back!”

He’s learned to announce himself after a few late night walks almost ended with him tackled to the floor when Duke thought someone was breaking in.

Duke doesn’t respond as he toes off his shoes. The stillness in the apartment feels off, as if the world is holding its breath. Cautiously, Danny walks in, trying to find his roommate.

He’s not in the kitchen. The living room is empty. Duke’s bedroom door is open and he’s not in there either. 

Something cold lodges itself in his chest. 

“Duke?” he tries again, looking over their apartment again for any sign of struggle, or something terrible happening, or even a mess that Duke needed more supplies to clean up. 

There’s nothing. The apartment is as it’s always been, just with an empty space where Duke should be.

Worried, Danny stands in the middle of the hallway, trying to figure out what he should do next. It’s because he’s standing so still, surrounded by silence, that he hears it: a light thud outside the window. 

Danny turns and he can swear he sees something large moving outside the window, disappearing from sight just as Danny takes a step into Duke’s room to check on it. He rushes to the window and pushes it open, looking down at the street, then side to side, and finally up to the last three floors of the building.

Nothing’s there.

Slowly, Danny pulls his head back inside, closing and locking the window. “Must be my imagination,” he says, trying to convince himself it’s not a big deal. 

He leaves Duke’s room and begins pacing down the hall, anxiety building steadily in him. 

His phones in his hand before he can think his actions through, Duke’s contact pulled up on the screen. He should call. He should make sure Duke is okay, but Danny hesitates. Is this something to be freaked out over? Would Duke thing he’s clingy and nervous and a bothersome roommate? He doesn’t want to risk Duke asking for a new roommate next year when the lease renews.

But he’s worried. It’s Gotham and Danny just dealt with a violent, murderous ghost threatening him. Duke can deal with a stressed out, worried Danny if it means he’s alive.

He hits the call button before he can talk himself out of it. It rings on and on and on until Danny starts to panic about having to find Duke’s ghost to avenge his murder. 

The front door is thrown open so suddenly and so loudly, Danny jumps and his phone clatters to the floor. 

“Danny! Hey!” Duke says with a bright smile, trying to catch his breath. He’s still holding onto the doorknob, slightly hunched over as he pants for breath. “I didn’t expect you back so soon.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m totally fine.”

“Where were you?”

Duke straightens up and closes the door, kicking off his shoes. “Oh, just… out. Shopping. For dinner.”

Danny looks over his empty hands doubtfully. “No luck finding what you needed?”

“Nope!”

“What did you need? Maybe I can go to a different store and get it for you.”

“You don’t need to!” Duke says. “I just needed… tomatoes?”

Danny blinks at him. “We have tomatoes. Did you not know we had tomatoes in the fridge?”

“Oh, do we? Good to know.”

There’s something very weird about this conversation, but Danny doesn’t pry. Duke is weird sometimes, but it’s fine because he kindly ignores some of Danny’s oddities that come from being a halfa and a semi-retired hero. 

“Do you… maybe wanna sit down? Catch your breath? I can make dinner tonight if you want.”

Duke waves a hand in the air. “No, no, it’s fine. I got this. Anyways, how was your walk?”

He definitely shouldn’t talk about the cannibal ghost and his threats to take out Danny with his gang. “It was nice. Very quiet. You know, for Gotham.” He punctuates this with an awkward thumbs up and immediately regrets it, but it’s already done so he commits to it.

“Cool! Great. Just wondering, did you see anything weird?”

“Depends on what you’re asking about?”

“Just some guy wearing black with a hood covering his face. He’s been active in this neighborhood and I saw some people talk about him online. Apparently he just appears out of thin air.”

Danny tries not to wince. That’s him, alright. Gotham’s newest neighborhood menace. “I don’t think so, but there’s a lot of people in Gotham that were all black and walk around with their hood up.”

“True,” Duke concedes. “Well, just be careful when you go out, alright?”

“I always am.” He gives Duke the same two fingered salute he gave the Signal. Duke stares at him for a moment, eyes dark and almost dangerous, then he smiles and walks into the kitchen. 

“Wanna make dinner with me? I think we can figure out this recipe together. Unless you need to do your homework.”

“It can wait!” Danny hurries to join Duke, grateful for an excuse to push off calculus a little longer. He understands what he’s doing in the class, there’s just… so much work. He doesn’t even want to think about the tests. The tests make everyone cry.

“Alright, let’s get to it, then!”

“You’re in charge, chef,” Danny says, laughingly, and bumps against Duke’s side. He expects a light shove in return, something Sam and Tucker always did, but Duke goes tense instead, letting out a sharp breath that Danny is all too familiar with. “Wait, why are you hurt? What happened?!”

He goes to lift up Duke’s shirt to inspect his shirt, see the damage for himself, but Duke smoothly moves out of the way, grabbing Danny’s wrists and stopping him in his tracks. “I’m fine, Danny. I just got hit. Lightly. Minor bruising, really.”

Danny looks at him doubtfully, then wrenches a wrist free to lift up his shirt before he can move again.

Minor bruising is not how Danny would describe the blues and purples that decorate Duke’s entire side. He can see the outline of Duke’s ribs through the bruising. “How is this being lightly bruised? What hit you?”

“A car?”

“A car?!”

Duke winces, then pulls his shirt down. “I’m fine, Danny, really. It was just from a car that didn’t want to stop at a red light. I stopped another person from being hit, but the car got me pretty solidly. You know how bad Gotham drivers are.”

“Sit down!” Danny says, pulling Duke out of the kitchen. “I don’t understand how you’re still standing. I’ll get some ice, and I’ll handle dinner. You just stay there and stop pushing yourself for no reason.”

“Playing nurse for me now?”

“If I have to.”

“Would you wear a nurse costume for me, too?” Duke jokes.

Danny looks him dead in the eye and says, “If I have to. Would that make you follow my instructions? A tight little nurse dress?”

Duke sputters, cheeks darkening, and looks away. Danny grins, victorious, and darts back to the kitchen to grab an ice pack from the fridge. 

“Maybe I’ll wear one for you anyways, once you’re all healed up. Only if you’re good, though.”

“Danny, you’re killing me here.”

“Better me than a car.”

Duke laughs and takes the ice pack, pressing it against his side carefully. “Oh, for sure. Thanks, Danny.”

“Hey, what are roommates for?” Danny shares a warm smile with Duke, then pats his shoulder and heads back to the kitchen to start making a simple pasta dinner. 

Life in Gotham is weird and stressful and full of ghosts and heroes who won’t leave him alone. But it’s not all that bad, really. He’s happy with how he’s doing in college, and he’s beyond lucky to have Duke as a roommate. So long as Duke never finds out about his halfa status, then he’s sure they’ll be able to last all four years rooming together.

He just needs to keep a secret. 

Shouldn’t be too hard, right?

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @bidisasterbuckdiaz 💖

me impatiently waiting for tuesday to share a snippet bc im obsessed with bucktommy rn and after some editing im loving everything i've written in this fic so far and wanna share every word of it asap lmao

here's a bit more, and yes they are talking about the evan thing bc at first it bothered me so much, but it grew on me (with fics and some takes on it i saw and just the more i saw it and thought about it) and now im kinda loving it lol

prev snippet

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“If you wanted me out of my shirt, you should’ve just said so.” he murmurs.

“I want you out of your shirt.” Buck says without hesitation, and Tommy releases a breathless, surprised laugh.

“Suddenly so forward.” he shakes his head, capturing Buck’s lips again. Well, Buck has been kind of shy and flustered with Tommy, but that’s not always how he is, not how he used to be.

“Oh, you have no idea.” Buck grins, and then, still a little hesitantly, places his palm over Tommy’s thigh where it rests over Buck’s knee. Tommy looks at him curiously, and Buck’s grin widens as he pulls his leg up and over his lap, getting Tommy to properly straddle him now, his shirt falling over his back again, as he releases a surprised gasp. “Now that’s better.” he adds, getting used to the unfamiliar weight, Tommy being bigger and heavier than Buck’s used to with his previous partners, obviously, but it- it feels good, right, almost comforting, Tommy’s steady and firm presence surrounding him now. Plus, it is kinda hot, too.

“Evan.” Tommy just says breathlessly, and Buck’s smile softens, one of his hands moving to the side of Tommy’s neck, just resting there.

“You know you’re one of the very few people who call me that?” he whispers, the mood shifting a bit from hot and impatient to soft and warm, and pleasant, and Buck really feels so comfortable with Tommy.

“Yeah, I noticed.” Tommy replies, settling more comfortably, wrapping his arms around Buck’s neck loosely, but his hands play with Buck’s hair lightly. He sits far enough on Buck’s lap that their crotches don’t touch, and Buck’s not sure if he’s happy about that. “Does it bother you?” he asks with a hint of worry.

“No, no, of course not.” Buck rushes to say. If it did, he’d say something. No, it doesn’t bother him. The opposite, in fact. “I actually-” he can’t help a small awed smile. “I think I like it.”

“Why do you sound so surprised?” Tommy tilts his head curiously, and he’s so cute, and Buck needs to kiss him. So he does. Because he can. And he can’t stop smiling.

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[girl-next-door-writes]

3am

Characters: Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: It’s 3am and Steve allows himself to feel a little comfort in the midst of all the madness.

Word Count: 500 words

Prompt: ‘You’re my new pillow’

A/N: This is for the amazingly wonderful @band--psycho and their drabble celebration. This was difficult to keep under 500 words!!!!

It was late, and nothing good ever happened at 3am. He felt like he was always the last one for the penny to drop, always a few steps behind everyone else mentally, and he worried that if he closed his eyes for a second that something terrible would happen.

Sitting in the Wheelers basement, surrounded by the gentle snores and occasional shifting of his sleeping friends, he allowed himself a second to just breathe. His gaze drifted in the gloom to you, leaning against him with a peaceful expression, and his heart ached. You had never really been his, but that didn’t stop his heart leaping into his throat every time he saw you. Not that he had ever told you that. Steve knew he was not good enough for you, you deserved the world, but he wanted you to be happy, to get through this nightmare as unscathed as possible. Part of him wished you’d never been dragged into all this, and another part was grateful you were by his side.

Maybe one day, the stars might align, and you would see he was sitting here simply waiting for you, but until then, he was content to just be in your orbit. He shifted slightly, laying back against the arm of the sofa causing your head to rest against his chest. Steve froze as you let out a deep sigh and then snuggle into him, your hand coming to rest by your face, softly rubbing his chest. A goofy smile played on his lips as he looked down at you with a lovestruck expression he knew would result in mercilessly teasing if witnessed. Things were crazy, and he was so afraid he wouldn’t be enough, but right in this moment he allowed himself to feel something else, something lighter.

You let out a soft groan and your eyes opened slightly, taking a moment remember where you were. A soft smile pulled at your lips as you realised you were snuggled up to Steve, assuming he was asleep. Sneaking a glance up at him, your eyebrows rose when your eyes met his warm chocolate one.

“Hey.” You whispered, voice still thick with sleep.

“Hey.” He hummed back, the rumble in his chest vibrating beneath your hand.

“You comfy?”

“Yeah. You?”

“You’re my new pillow.” You grinned sleepily and Steve felt his heart explode at just how adorable you looked right now.

“Any time.”

“Careful, Harrington, I might just hold you to that.” You murmured as you snuggled into his chest once more, already feeling sleep calling you back into its depths.

“Good.” He whispered, wrapping his arm around you, and letting his own eyes close. The weight of you against his body was reassuring, a reminder that he wasn’t alone, that he was just a nineteen-year-old kid, and it was okay not to have his whole life together. He placed an absentminded kiss to the top of your head and allowed himself to drift off and get some well-deserved rest.

[dakbees]

WONSANG Haze + You're Right @ Today's Joo Woojae

[zhongrin]

my brain: "chief you need to stop no one's gonna want to read a 3.6k words where 70% of it is pure edging-"

my pussy: "you can't stop me, me!"

[tired-biscuit]

i feel so tired and overworked and it’s killing my creativity :(

[orpheuscas]

“You’re you, kid,” says Dean, quietly. There’s a hint of a smile in his voice. “First ever successful case of de-wolfing.” The smile, stretching onto his face. “You’re gonna be famous.”

The relief hits Claire with a force that staggers her, rolling through her body with its warmth. She cracks a tiny smile of her own. “Cool,” she whispers.

Then, unaccountably, she feels her face crumpling, and her eyes welling with tears.

“Claire?” Dean is at her side instantly, crouching next to the couch. “Are you okay?”

He sounds so concerned. She doesn’t understand why that makes her cry harder.

[claire & dean in the aftermath of the werewolf cure. read on ao3]

[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

Kinktober 2023 Day Thirty

Exhibitionism

Nikolai x John Price

(ft. Alex Keller x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish x Simon 'Ghost' Riley)

Price had almost let himself believe that Nikolai had forgotten about the threats he’d made after John had sent him that lovely video. Nik hadn’t said anything about it when he got back. Instead, he’d been taking it slow with John, as they each appreciated that their husband was still alive and unharmed, and here, in their shared bed, cuddling with them. 

He’d kept the facade up as late as this morning, when Nik had woken John up with some incredible head, and brought their breakfast back to their bedroom so they could feed each other, while John sat in Nik’s lap, his cock warm inside John’s ass. Then, they’d fallen back into bed to cum together, with low groans that resonated in their bodies. It was a perfect picture of warmth, from their sweaty skin pressing together as they clung to each other, bathed in the dim sunlight that was able to break through the curtains, as they had refused to properly open them for hours. It was like it was all set up like that just to be a direct contrast with where Price found himself that afternoon. 

Nik had disappeared after lunch, leaving Price to laze around in their room on his own, until Nik dramatically reappeared, and dragged John from the room. John hadn’t kept track of where they were going, and ended up on his back, tied down to a table in the break room. The overhead lights he squinted into were harsh and unforgiving, designed for a meeting room, rather than a break room. Which, of course, they had been, but over time this room had been repurposed, with couches gathered around a TV, a little used pool table, a fridge for snacks and drinks, and a couple of the original tables from the meeting room. 

Usually, they were kept tucked against the back wall, only used when extra surface space was needed, which was rare. Today, Nik had dragged one out into the middle of the room, and tied Price down to it. His one display of kindness in the process had been to fold a blanket under Price’s head, but that was it. There was nothing else between Price’s skin and the hardwood surface aside from the ropes around his wrists and ankles, that each stretched down to one of the table legs. 

Price had enjoyed the thrill at first, left tied down and helpless as Nik sat on the edge of the table to lean over him, using his vantage point to push that big dildo in and out of Price’s ass. Soft praise fell freely from Nik’s lips, his other hand rubbing soft circles into John’s hip, as he twisted the toy inside John, until he was right at the edge of cumming. Then, Nikolai dragged the toy out of him, leaving Price empty and desperate, the spike of pleasure fading away as he whined and squirmed against the ropes. 

Nik had acted indifferent to John’s pleas, picking up a wand and tracing up and down each of John’s limbs, making him shake against the ropes when he skated the wand away from where John wanted it. Instead, Nik focused on finding the places that made John tense, and open his mouth to actually spit coherent words out, asking Nik to please just make him cum already, until Nik had enough of his voice. He set the wand aside, picked up a ball gag and pushed it into John’s mouth.  

“None of that, now, Captain.” He patted John’s shoulder. “Can’t have anyone else who comes along giving you the thing only I’m supposed to now can we?”

Price shook his head. That was the thing Nik had impressed on him as he had been setting up — he was the one who was going to make Price come today, and he was going to be the only one. 

Price shivered in anticipation as Nik let go of his face, curling his fingers into his hands when the door opened. 

“Hey Nik, hey Captain.”

“Gaz!” Nikolai smiled when he saw him, and beckoned him up to the table. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh, Laswell is on the phone for you. I explained that we were… busy, but she’s insisting.”

“I thought she was away with her wife this weekend?”

“She is, but you know… duty calls.” Gaz looked down at Price, who was listening to what they were saying, his face falling. “But, she said it would be quick. Five minutes.”

Nik nodded. “She’s usually good with these things. I’ll go see what it is, and you will stay here, and supervise him.”

Gaz grinned, gazing down at Price as his face brightened. “I think I can manage that.”

“It’s not too complicated.” Nik picked up the dildo again, and pushed it back into Price’s ass, the motion making John drop back onto the table, a whine catching in his throat when Nik turned the vibrations on, but left it at the lowest possible setting. “Just, don’t touch this, and don’t let him come. There’s a bag over there, all of it is fair game.”

“Thanks, Nik.”

Nik knocked Gaz’s shoulder, smiling at Price one last time before leaving the room to see what Laswell needed. 

Gaz leant down over the table, gently patting the side of Price’s face before lifting his head up and undoing the gag. “How are you, Captain?”

“Good.” Price replied, swallowing as he tried to rock his hips down in a way that would catch the base of the dildo and push it deeper inside him. 

“Hey, hey.” Gaz pushed his hips back down to the table. “None of that, thank you.”

“Fuck…” Price tilted his head back. “You’re starting to sound like Nik.”

“Are you trying to insult me, Captain?” Gaz gasped, in mock offence. “Or just saying that we’ve both narrowed down exactly how you like to be treated?”

“Eh… definitely insulting you.” Price grumbled. “Anyway… are you just going to sit there, or are you going to play with me?”

“Well, with you looking this good, how could I say no?” Gaz ran his hand down Price’s body, flicking the head of his cock before turning away from the table, and picking up the bag Nik had pointed to. “Oh, fucking hell! What’s Nik got in here, the bloody kitchen sink?”

For a bag that was full of sex toys, it was a lot heavier than Gaz had expected. He propped it on the corner of the table as he dug through the contents, finding dildos, plugs and grinders, in all sizes and colours; vibrators, from bullets to dildos to wands; cockrings; flashlights; strings of anal beads; as well as many different kinds of restraints and cuffs, all haphazardly mixed in together.

“I hope you normally store all of this differently…” Gaz mused aloud as he dug through the bag. “This is a bloody nightmare for finding anything.”

“Nik is talking me into getting a display case for it.”

“He is? For your office, I hope.” Gaz chuckled, as he found one of the particularly long dildos. “Fucking hell. You can take this?”

“Don’t act so surprised, Gaz. I’m old, not prude.”

“Never said you were either, Captain.” Gaz set it aside, continuing to dig through the bag until he found what he wanted. “Ah… these’ll do.”

“What?” Price asked, lifting his head up as Gaz came back to the table. 

“Oh, look at that…” Gaz completely sidestepped the question, leaning down to readjust the blanket under Price’s head. “That’s not enough, is it… let’s get you a cushion.”

He retrieved one from the sofa, pushing it in place under the blanket. 

“Kyle…” Price hissed as settled his head onto it, “what did you get?”

Gaz chuckled. “I’m getting there.” He shook his closed hand, making something clink inside it. “Don’t get too excited now.”

He leaned down and kissed Price, further blocking Price from seeing what he was doing as he sat on the edge of the table. He skimmed one hand down from Price’s cheek to his chest, rubbing across his skin until he found one of Price’s nipples, and pinched it so it would stiffen up. Price grunted into the kiss, his gut tightening as he realised what Gaz had dug out of the depths of the bag. 

Gaz sat up when he held out the nipple clamps, as, as delicious as Price’s kisses were, he should be looking at what he was doing as he closed the first clamp over one nipple. He tugged gently on the chain that connected them to grab hold of the other, scraping his hand across Price’s chest to pull his skin taut, blowing a breath over Price’s skin before applying the second clamp and sitting back to watch Price squirm. 

“They’re cold, Gaz…” 

“Give it a minute. You’ll warm them up.” Gaz spread the chain out in a curve over Price’s stomach, admiring how it caught on Price’s chest hair. “It suits you.”

Price grunted, pouting when Gaz looked away from him when the door opened again. 

It wasn’t Nik coming back, to Price’s disappointment. 

Instead it was Alex, looking like he had literally just arrived, still with his bag and jacket on. Gaz jumped up from the table, hurrying across the room to greet him, pulling his head down into a kiss, before helping Alex get his bag off, dumping it by one of the sofas. Gaz held onto Alex by his belt, kissing him again and again and again, the pair of them murmuring greetings to each other for several torturously long minutes before either of them thought to look over to where Price was. 

“So… what’s the deal with this?” Alex asked, hanging onto Gaz’s hips and following him when Gaz walked back to the table. 

“Uh… It’s a punishment, I think.” Gaz frowned, and looked down at Price. “What is it for? Nik didn’t say exactly.”

Price swallowed. What the fuck was he supposed to say? That Nik sent him a dildo and a vibrator, and John filmed himself using them, but not in the way Nik wanted, so now they were here?

“I… messed up. Didn’t behave.” 

“Ah, some good old misbehaving. Everyone’s got to get up to that, right?” Alex, chuckled, leaning his head on Gaz’s shoulder.

“You, if anyone, would know.”

Alex rolled his eyes, and ignored the jab. “What’s the bit with it, then?”  

“Nik’s put him out here, and provided quite the selection of toys for everyone to use, as they want to.” 

“Doesn’t sound like much of a punishment.” Alex took in Price’s body. “Clamps and a dildo… bit tame.”

“Well, it’s only just started. It’s really meant to be for the game later.” 

Alex laughed. “Because that’s not good enough?”

Gaz kissed him. “Of course it’s good, but it could be—“

“Oh shut up.” Alex pushed his head away.

“And, the dildo was Nik. I’ve been told not to touch it.” 

“Hmm.” Alex nodded. “Suppose, I should wait for Nik to tell me what I can and can’t do, before anything else.”

“It might be a minute until he gets back…”

“No worries. I can just tell you what I’m thinking of, and have you do it.”

Gaz laughed. “That’s not a bad idea. Rare, from you.”

“Shut it.” Alex knocked Gaz’s shoulder. “Go on, flick one of the clamps.”

Gaz did so, the pair of them marvelling at Price’s response to it, his entire body twitching as he bit his lip. When Alex prompted him, Gaz did the same to the other one, and this time John moaned. 

“Nice.” Alex grinned. “Want to hear you making sounds like that.”

He grabbed Kyle, pulling him into another kiss, pinning his hips to the table, the pair of them ignoring Price as they shoved their tongues into each other’s mouths. 

“Jesus— you two get a room!” Soap almost ducked back out of the room when he entered, Ghost following close behind him. 

“Like you two are any better.” Alex tried to elbow Soap away, but Gaz superseded him, leaning over Alex’s arm to steal a peck from Soap, before Ghost dragged him back by his collar, Soap mumbling a half sincere apology, as they looked at the state Price was in.

“Damn shame Alejandro and Rudy couldn’t be here to see this.” Soap leant down on the edge of the table.

“They’re coming next week. I’m sure we can talk Nik into doing this again.” Ghost rumbled, lingering behind Soap, apparently disinterested, even as his eyes raked down Price’s body. 

“Probably. What’s this?” Soap picked up the bag of sex toys from where Gaz had left it, and started poking around inside.

“Fair game for us to use on him.” Gaz replied. “Nik only said Price can’t cum, and to not touch the dildo in his ass.” 

“That tracks.” Ghost glanced into the bag too. “We should get all that out on a table, sort through it properly.”

Soap nodded, and quickly moved to grab another table, Gaz and Alex following him to help as Ghost leant down over Price, cupping his chin. 

“You good?” Ghost murmured, staring at Price’s eyes. 

“I’m good.” Price swallowed. “I’m green.”

Ghost nodded, smiling under the mask at Price remembering his preferred system. “Okay. You need anything while we bicker?”

“No.” Price shook his head. 

“You sure?” Ghost drifted his hand down Price’s body. 

“Ghost, Simon, I can’t cum yet, what Nik said…”

“I know. Ghost murmured, missing Price’s dick and sinking his hand between Price’s legs, accidentally turning the scroll wheel up on the dildo, knocking the vibrations up a notch. “I know. And… what’s this?”

He picked up the dildo Kyle had set aside. 

“I like it. It’s the largest one we have…”

“Is it your favourite?”

“I don’t have… yes.”

“Okay.” Ghost pushed the mask up and kissed him. “I’ll keep it safe, then.”

Price’s whine died in his throat as Ghost left the table too. 

“What have we got?” Ghost greeted Soap with a kiss when he approached the other table, Price’s Favourite tucked into his hoodie pocket. 

“I don’t think there’s a way to summarise this…” Alex looked down at the collection they’d spread out on the table, laid out in rough rows, sorted by colour order. 

“There isn’t. Nik must own, like, stock in a sex toy factory or something, this is bleeding ridiculous.” Soap shook his head.

“You’re right Johnny, we’re very behind…” Ghost chuckled, as Soap swatted his arm, flushing. 

“Farah’s got all of ours.” Alex sighed. 

“But we’re a long way off too.” Gaz agreed. “Well, what can we do with… all this?”

“Well, if Nik actually wants us to sit down and watch the game, we’ll have to move him off the table, because it starts at five, and if we do that, we’ll need at least one set of cuffs.”

“I mean, this many dildos, maybe we should see how many he can get in his mouth…”

“A wand, each? See if we can overstim him?”

Price swallowed as he overheard their discussion, each of them tossing out more and more ideas. They all sounded really fucking good, but until Nik got back, none of them would dare to do any of them. 

As if he could hear John’s thoughts, Nik opened the door, and smiled when he saw the gathered crowd. 

“Excited, John?” He murmured to Price when he reapproached the table, testing the clamps Gaz had left on him.

Price nodded. “They all seem to be making a lot of plans.” 

“Ah.” Nik sighed. “While I’m sure they’re good, I already have my own. Looks like I’m going to have to set down a few rules.” He glanced at the dildo in John’s ass. “Is… that higher than how I left it?”

“No.”

“Don’t lie to me, John.” Nikolai leant close to him. “Who?”

“Simon… did it.” Price whispered, so only Nik would hear.

Nik chuckled. “I’ll sort him out later. For now…” He reached up and undid the ropes, scooping Price up into his arms carrying him to the biggest sofa. 

“You four,” he called over his shoulder. “Pick out one thing each, bring it to me and make your case for it.” 

There was a lot of furious whispering behind them as Nik got Price settled on the sofa, and turned the TV on, humming as he found the right channel for the football. 

“D’you really think they’re all here to watch that?” Price mumbled. 

“No. But, look at you… so close, aren’t you? They’ll need something after you cum beautifully for us, won’t they? It won’t even compare, but it will be something to keep them busy.”

Price chuckled. “I suppose.” 

He grinned when Nik pulled the dildo out of his ass, and swiftly replaced it with his own dick. Nik grunted as he rolled his hips forwards, as Price’s eyes fluttering closed, letting his ass settle around his husband’s dick. 

Gaz was the first to approach Nik. He came empty handed, and glanced down at Price. “I already did the clamps on him… it might look like favouritism if you let me do another one.” 

“Very good.” Nik nodded and tugged lightly on the chain, making Price moan. “They’re an inspired choice.”

“Thank you.” Gaz nodded, taking a seat on one of the other sofas, keeping his eyes fixed on Price and his bouncing cock.

Alex approached next, holding out a pair of handcuffs adorned with pink fur. “I assume you tied him down for a reason, and don’t see why it should have to be a choice between restraint or comfort.”

“Quite right.” Nik chuckled and took them, bringing Price’s head together, cuffing them over his head. Price pouted, but didn’t comment, still enjoying Nik thrusting calmly into his ass. Alex sat on the sofa with Gaz. They kissed, and kept watching Price, even as the game kicked off behind them. 

Soap approached next, holding out a cock ring. “The game’s a long time. Don’t want him finishing too quickly.”

“Very true.” Nik took the ring and fitted it around Price’s cock. 

Price whined, adjusting his hips. “Wanna cum, Nik.”

“You will.” Nik assured him, before turning his attention to Ghost, who approached, apparently also empty handed. 

“I’ve got something Price recommended. I’d like to save it, to use myself, when he’s close to cumming.”

“Have you, now? And, what are you prepared to pay for that kind of privilege?”

“Pay?” Ghost chuckled. “You make it sound like I’ve done something… wrong.” 

They held each other’s gaze for a moment. 

“How about, I give that to you, and we can work out details later?” Nik caught John’s ankle when he tried to kick his leg behind Nik’s back to make him fuck him harder. 

“Sounds good.” Ghost moved off to join Soap on the other sofa, who immediately tried to find what Ghost was hiding, and pouted when Ghost rebuffed him, refusing apology kisses for a couple of moments. 

Nik looked down at Price, all done up and ready for him, courtesy of the other guys in the room. He gently cupped John’s chin and kissed him again, before he sat up, grabbed John’s hips, and finally, finally, started to fuck him. 

John cried out Nik’s name, drowning out the TV, as no one had brought a gag for him. Not that it mattered, as Price was right. No one in the room was watching the game, as they were all far too busy watching Price, taking in every movement he made, every sound that came out of him, how he tugged on the handcuffs, how a hard thrust and a tug on the clamps made him scream, his cock red and aching, bouncing against his torso as he babbled pleas to Nik, to let him cum, because it hurt, to take the ring off and let him come…

“Ghost… whatever you want to do, do it now.” Nik advised, not taking his eyes off of John as he fucked him. 

When Ghost approached the sofa, perching on the arm of it as he showed Nik what he had, Nik grinned. John’s favourite dildo. Price’s eyes widened when he saw it, even more so when Ghost held his mouth open and shoved it into it. 

Nik snapped the cockring off from around John’s cock, laying it aside as he watched Ghost rest his hand on Price’s throat to feel him swallow around the dildo, as Ghost kept it pressed into Price’s mouth, even as Price started to choke on it, shaking, his eyes rolling back into his head as he came. He spurted his own cum up and down his torso, and only then did Ghost slowly pull the dildo from Price’s mouth, and leave it lying by his head as he retreated to Soap’s arms. 

Nik pulled his dick out of John’s ass and stroked himself, spreading his cum over Price’s thighs, slowly letting John down to the sofa cushions as he tucked himself away, humming at the incredible sight they’d all made of him. 

“… more.” Price whispered.

“What?” Nik cupped his chin as Price stretched his body out on the sofa, the cum on his skin glistening under the lights.

“More. More, cum, cover me… in it.” He swallowed, tilting his head to gaze at the others in the room. 

Nik did so, too. As expected all of them were hard, and concealing with varying degrees of success. “Well, you heard him. Pay him back for the show he just put on.” 

Cumming on someone was an unorthodox form of payment, to be sure, but with  how fast Soap, Ghost, Alex and Gaz got up, clearly they had no issue with it.

[amyriadfthings]

Me trying to scroll back through the tatort saarbrücken tag bc i only started the new ep: WHAT DO YOU MEAN 2.6K RECENT POSTS

[cryptophasiac]

i wrote like 1.5k on abxo last night i promise she’s coming

[strawbbfluff]

MAN i want a friend group on here like so bad… idk dude i feel like ppl on tumblr have their cliques and i’m kinda like just. here

[bizlybebo]

WILL I EVER WRITE A FUCKING FIC BELOW 50K WORDS IM GONNA PUNCH A WALL

[brain-rot-central]

Alright I've had enough. Sonnet's going up now. Get ready, it's heavy.

[swordbisexual]

I keep missing the WIP days. Is Monday a WIP day? It is now.

Still working at the longfic, slowly but surely, and clearly have Vissenta/Lae’zel on the brain.

Before Vissenta can act, before she can even gather up the prayer to shut those voices out, Lae’zel springs into action, longsword flashing in a silver arc just past Vissenta’s shoulder. The gith bares her teeth - grinning, she’s grinning- as she leaps past, thrusting her steel forward. It pushes through crumbling fabric and scrapes against bone with a shriek like nails on slate, and the howl from the scribe’s tongueless jaw fades into an echo.

Another voice barks a command in Vissenta’s mind. Move. Ten paces right. Lae’zel, speaking through the tadpole, in a tone that brooks no argument. The order does more than push her into action; it snaps something into satisfying place, heating her blood and loosening her muscles to move with fluid precision. She does as she’s told, and when she does, she feels a flicker of pleasure that’s at once hers and not.