#desiree's desires

[my1aliasnsfw]

The challenge: write 100-250 words of smut around each theme to be posted during the week before Halloween. Can you handle Desiree's Desires, Monster Week edition? Today is author's choice.

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I don’t usually do things like this, I thought as I knocked timidly on the frat door.

It was opened almost immediately by a rugby player.

“I thought we were supposed to dress in costume?” I said, glancing down at my regency-era gown and flushing.

“I am in costume. I play soccer, not rugby,” the guy said. “Come on in! Kitchen’s in the back, dance floor’s in the front, games are in the basement, and ‘games’ are in the bedrooms upstairs.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

I cursed myself for wearing such an exposing dress; surely my flush had reached my upper chest by now.

“Thanks,” I said, heading for the kitchen even though I didn’t want a drink.

I pushed past several more guys, excusing myself each time. The hallway was narrow, and I couldn’t help pressing against them to squeeze past. I was getting more and more flustered as I reached the end of the hallway. Just how many people are in this building?

“Are you looking for someone in particular?” one guy in a skeleton costume asked, gripping my elbow when I stumbled over his feet.

I took shuddering breaths, pressed against him from chest to pelvis. I could feel his cock hardening against my belly, and my eyes widened.

“Please say it’s me,” he breathed, leaning close enough that I could smell that he hadn’t been drinking.

“I…” I hesitated.

He kissed my neck just below my ear, and I melted against him.

“Yes,” I whispered.

[laxxarian]

Lel, thinking about ghosts can't go intangible in the batcave or any other places that Batman would operate his work like the watchtower or something cuz the ghosts have a similar power to Martian Manhunter.

So when Skulker was tasked to steal something cuz he made a deal with Vlad, he got shocked to find that he couldn't get through.

Skulker investigated a little more before finding out that it's different compared to Vlad's and Fentons machines in keeping ghosts out. Don't know what it is but it's working and this got Skulker interested in this device.

Skulker: I could use this to trap that Royal Whelp!

Cue on laughing like a maniac but the sounds still goes off like a friendly way.

Skulker ended up visiting a few more times when Ember, Box Ghost and Desiree got curious of what has Skulker has been up to. After finding ot, the three wants to hover around to investigate with him.

All the while the JL are stalking about in the bushes since they couldn't see them in cameras, they had to use this resort.

[intomybubble]

So basically, the manga Killing My Sensei Softly is sorta like Assassination Classroom with the plot twist being Funouhan

[ausetkmt]

yeah I reposted this because too many of us can't see it

the roc is in a whole different circle of "folks"

[call-me-strega]

Dc x Dp Prompt #20: Wishes of a Secret Romantic

Jason doesn’t really advertise it but he’s a romantic at heart. He craves having his own cliche romance with someone who will actually care about him. Sometimes he indulges in his fantasies by reading romance novels or setting up at-home dinner dates that he takes himself on. He often finds himself sighing and wishing he had someone to relate to, that would give him unconditional care and enjoy going on romantic dates with him.

~~~

Desiree doesn’t quite know how she ended up supervising this beautiful mess but she’s not complaining. If anything she has some sweet gossip to share at girls night and a story for Ghost Writer to obsess over.

~~~ It starts like this:

Ever since Frostbite had taken to teaching the young ghost boy lessons on the Realms Culture and Ghost Biology he’d made great strides in his diplomatic and medical skills. His fighting skills were already impressive but were refined under the tutelage of the warriors of Far Frozen. Personally, she thinks he is grooming the Boy to join the Council of Ancients which have taken a more active role in governance now that Pariah has been defeated for a second time.

The boy has been going around and creating treaties with his enemies in which he finds them another outlet for their obsessions. He has already worked out deals with the likes of Technus, Amorpho, and oddly enough a joint deal between Penelope Spectra and Walker.

Technus was allowed to indulge in his technological creation so long as he was supervised by the Pharoah boy or doing on of the preapproved tasks of mischief, such as causing mild inconvenience to the bastards in white.

He had set up Amorpho with a “Cosplay TikTok” on which he was able to show off his different forms and get recognition for them. He’d amassed a large following thespians and costume artists who greatly admired him.

Due to his position on the Council, the Boy managed to get Spectra and Walker to agree to take part in the new justice system the Council had been setting up. Walker could run his prison so long as he abided by the rules and scentence lengths set by the Council. And Spectra was free to torment those whom the council deemed the worthy of the worst punishments. Many ghosts had grievances against living and non-living menaces, last she heard, there was a whole list for Spectra to go down. Currently, she was in another universe tormenting a man named Eobard Thawne, who went by a ridiculous name called the Reverse Flash. Once she had her fill of torment, they would be taken to Walker’s prison.

The Ghostling continued to do this with many of his former adversaries until he came knocking at the door to her lair. She was well aware of what the GhostBoy would want, and was curious as to what he could offer her.

She granted him the grace of her presence and was charmed by his earnest nature. He genuinely wanted to know her story and obsessions so that he could find the best way to help her. She revealed to him it was not Desire as many people assumed but Fulfillment. She wanted to people to attain their desires in place of how she had been unable too. But there are consequences to wish granting so there’s only so much the Boy could do.

The ghostling had been unbelievable smug when he wished that her wishes wouldn’t have catastrophically negative outcomes. When she granted and skeptically tested this wish she found it had worked. The boy grew even more smug.

Of course balance had to be maintained so her power became not weaker per say, just more indirect. During their trial run, Desiree was granting the wish young boy had wished for a large cookie. Instead of instantly summoning a 50 foot tall cookie as she would have previously done, she simply caused his mother to have the desire to bake cookies and then had two of them fuse together in the oven creating one larger cookie.

A bit more round about than she prefers but it got the job done.

The two brokered a deal that would allow Desiree to travel into the mortal realm and grant the wishes she desired to, so long as the wouldn’t cause catastrophically negative outcomes in the future. Young Phantom had even gone as far as to direct her to the so-called Make-A-Wish foundation in which she could find many deserving children to fulfill the wishes of.

~~~

One night Desiree had been flying through the mortal realm to visit a friend, a city spirit she hadn’t seen in ages. As she flew over the city a strong sense of longing and desire resonated with her core. Where there was desire there was someone with a wish. Invisible, she flew down to the source of these feelings to investigate.

She ended up out side the window of a building that held longer traces of death and her friend’s magic. She peered through to see a young man putting the finishing touches on a lavish dinner. She observed as he created a beautiful meal with an air of melancholy before pouring himself a glass of wine and turning on his television to watch mediocre romantic comedies. Intrigued by this young man, Desiree decided to lurk and observe for a while, perhaps he would soon reveal the wish his heart yearned for?

-

Jason sighed into his Osso Bucco as another romantic comedy began to play. Man he really was bumming himself out wasn’t he. He shook his head and took a sip of his wine. He winced slightly as some cringey kids’ movie called How to Build A Better Boy appeared on screen. How had that even gotten in his queue? However, his laziness won out and he made no move to change it, resigning himself to a hour and a half or so of second-hand embarrassment and semi-decent acting.

As he watched the best friend girl make a virtual boyfriend based on her friend, the main girl’s, preferences and huffed to himself. Oh if only things could be that easy. He hummed to himself adding on his own thoughts to the teen girl’s rambling list.

“ If only, sister. I’d wish for a sensitive and sweet guy too. Someone who wouldn’t mind death jokes, or my odd hours. Someone who I could just relax and nerd out with. Someone who’d go on romantic dates with me so I wouldn’t have to sit here eating this nice dinner on my own. Yeah, I’d wish for my perfect guy too.”

Suddenly, a chill washed over Jason and his hair stood on edge. He whipped his head around in search for an intruder only to see nothing there. He scanned the apartment suspiciously before his eyes landed on an open window. He sighed, reassured it was just a draft and turned back to the movie.

~

Desiree was touched by the earnest desires of the young man who was touched by both death and her friend’s magic. It almost reminded her of her own desires for romance while she was still living. Perhaps she would stick around to see how this wish played out for the young man~?

~

Miles away, something sparked in Danny Fenton, helping him make his final decision on which of the colleges that accepted him he should attend.

[evilminji]

You know... >.>

My Dad always used to tell me, if I get a Genuine Genie(tm)? Get a lawyer first. Before I make my Wishes(tm), so they can help me word them correctly.

Obviously, a human lawyer would not be foolproof... BUT! What about a Ghost Lawyer?

Like? Obviously Desiree would be PISSED. How DARE you twist HER wish twisting! Her THING is "what you believe is your heart's desire always comes at a terrible cost" which is what she DIED to learn.

So obviously she would NEVER, willingly, bend her Obsession for ANYONE. And you'd have to make a DAMN good case to that Lawyer for why he ISNT breaking the law by helping you. Probably some "you can: save the life of an unconscious person against their will/shove an unobservant person OFF the train tracks, even if they get hurt, to save their life" clause.

Like? Using a ghosts Obsession against them? Bad. Illegal.

Using it against their will, to save OTHER ghosts, who are in immediate danger? Not illegal, but they will be PISSED. Still not great though, you will want to apologize and fast.

So like??? Reality Bending Power. Patrick Star Method of "what if we MOVED the city... somewhere else?" Considered at 1am. Team of Ghost Laywers, acquired.

Amity and all Limnals are REMOVED from the DP-verse.

Wish worded juuuuust so. Any ghost that forms there? Yoink! Instantly removed to the Zone. Natural Portals? Cut off. Let the whole Reality fade out at an accelerated rate, as no NEW energy is fed into the system. Entropy will do, what entropy does. Exactly as they wished it.

They hated Death so much, they speed up the heat death of their ENTIRE universe by Eons. Congratulations, you guys "Won". Enjoy the wildly more fragile flora, fauna, and general ecosystems. Now that none of you have that ambient Ectoplasm strengthening your bodies. Yeah, the things you used to shrug off? Those are gonna maim or kill you now.

Doesn't MATTER if you "learn your lesson" though! Cause this is WAY past that point! This is "cutting off the tumor before it kills us" territory, and buddy? Amity ISNT the tumor. Go forth a grow, just like you wanted.

They won't be here to fix your messes anymore.

Because Danny got himself a dictionary thick "I Wish..." contract. Which was worded, as it needs to be, in one loooooooong run on sentence. Shouted "I Wish what's written on THIS, as it is currently, and without any form of editing or negotiation!" As fast as he could. Yote the document in Desiree's direction. And Flew like an INCANDESCENTLY pissed off Genie was trying to set his everything of fire.

Which she was.

Thankfully, Paulina came in clutch with her History of all things Jewelry, world fashions, and Make-Up knowledge. That, coupled with the Power Of Rich Friends(tm)? (Sam. Her mother was THRILLED to take her Jewelry and clothing shopping for something other then blacks and dark purple. They went on a jet setting whurl-wind tour. Sam actually kinda liked a some of what she found.)

They have Apology Bribes.

They shamelessly HIDE behind the mountain of Apology Bribes, while they explain themselves. Is Desiree HAPPY? No. But those bracelets are magnificent and she DOES deserve nice things. Those silks will really bring out her eyes. And she... DOES... admit...

Maybe...

That things are not... SAFE. Any longer. Danny TRIES. Everyone else can see it. And he's made incredible strides! Even convinced his lunatic parents. Though they're still not quite POPULAR. (WAY too pushy and invasive with their questions, for most people.) But the fanatics in white?

They nearly killed Box Lunch. If her father hadn't BEEN there...

And the poor man will have that scar on his back for the rest of his afterlife. Desiree can see why Danny is pushing. Does she LIKE it? No. But...

She supposes she will content herself with the suffering of the Fanatics in White and all who support them. THEIR wishes, twisted. Their ugly heart's desires.

Fine.

"SO YOU WISH IT. SO IT SHALL BE!"

And? The ghost town of what WOULD of one day grown into Amity, had the witch's there not been found by those they had fled from, which sits in long rotted ruins, amongst the trees in nowhere Illinois? Poof! Two "Towns" are switched.

The roads out of town coming to a clean line stop, meeting not even goat paths. Just trees. Old growth.

But it's not ALL of Town, is it? Faces missing. New, confused, faces from every corner of the map, taking their place. No Limnal left behind. No supporter of the GIWs genocide, brought along. Family's kept together where they could be. But by the few, scared and upset, green flashing eyes of children in the crowd?

It seemed for some, it was easier to fear and hate, then love their children.

Already they were being gathered up by school teachers and PTA parents. As everyone tried to figure out what had happened. Concerned, quite muttering a dull roar as everyone tries to coordinate.

Red Huntress joins Danny and Dani in the Sky. She doesn't get a word in. Wanted to know what the HELL was going on. She was with her dad in Chicago! Dani was in Taiwan! Literally! As in, sitting in a SUBWAY station one second, the next? Outside!

But they don't get to demand those answers. Because there is a sonic boom on the horizon. And then? Floating... weird... not ghosts?

Uuuuuuhhhh?

Hi?

That much blue... sure is a Statement. Like the cape and... bloooomers? Shorts. Bikini bottoms? It.. it's a Cool Look, dude! No, really. They are being VERY supportive here! If YOU like it? That's the only thing that matters!

Red Huntress smacks the Danny/i's Repeated upside their heads and demans to know what the Not-Ghosts are doing in their airspace.

Oh YEAH. Good point! What she said! And can it WAIT? They're kinda going through A Thing right now...

Kon? Wants it on record he loves these guys. They're hilarious. The LOOK on Clark's FACE?? He wishes he could frame it. Preserve it for future generations. Thing is? There was NOT a town here a second ago.

Well, bout 30 minutes or so, but you get the idea. One moment? Tree noises. Bam! Thousands of people! Obviously the checked it out. Only to be met with two... three maybe? Heros who have NO IDEA who they are.

Clear Reality warping shenanigans. Might be time travel or multiverse. Question is... are they STAYING? And if SO? What now...

@hdgnj @ailithnight @the-witchhunter @nerdpoe @dcxdpdabbles @mutable-manifestation @hypewinter

[my1aliasnsfw]

The challenge: write 100-250 words of smut around each theme to be posted during the week before Halloween. Can you handle Desiree's Desires, Monster Week edition? Today is all about phantoms.

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Everyone said my house was haunted.

The doors would close unexpectedly.

The floors creaked down the hallway.

And any time I had a potential partner over, they wouldn’t stay longer than a few minutes. One lasted halfway through a movie before making his excuses and practically running out the door.

“Okay, that is enough,” I said, standing in the middle of my living room. “Whatever problem you have with me, keep it with me. Leave my friends alone!”

A cool draft caressed me, making my nipples pebble.

“Very funny. You have a crush on me or something?” I teased, rolling my eyes.

The draft left me, and my jaw dropped. “Wait, don’t go,” I said quickly. “I didn’t think… I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you?”

A cool breeze caressed my skin, moving from my neck down my shirt and inside my pants, pressing against me intimately.

“Ooh-kay,” I said, swallowing hard. “Let me get my clothes off. Is there anything I can do for you?”

I didn’t get an answer, but once I was naked and panting, cold ghost hands touching me everywhere, I saw something sticky and white on my thigh that was not from me.

“Is that your cum?” I asked, the idea turning me on. “Cum for me, babe,” I gasped, the phantom hands bringing me to an epic release of my own.

[ectoberweekofficial]

Ectober Week 2024

🪄 ✨ Welcome to the Ectober Academy where you will spend a week casting spells, making potions, and sharing your conjured enchantments for all to see! ✨🪄

Each day you have a choice between a short charm, or a longer incantation from your spellbook (or perhaps, for the most daring witches, you can combine them both).

Note: The one-word prompts are not limited to artists, and the two sentence prompts are not limited to writers. Both prompts are available to anyone who wants to try them.

The result of your spell can be in the form of a piece of art, a written story, a musical jingle, a tenacious craft, a silly meme, or whatever your heart desires. All content directly related to the Danny Phantom cartoon is acceptable for this magical challenge. Ships, non-ships, crossovers, angst, fluff—so long as it relates to the show, how you choose to represent these prompts is entirely up to you.

When you are satisfied with your creation, you may post it on Tumblr under the tag #ectoberweek2024 so that we may find it and reblog it here!

Happy Ectober! 👻🎃

[art credit goes to @faerynova - check out her blog and look through her cool art!]

Prompts:

October 25

👻 Graveyard Shift

👻 They found the corpse on a Sunday. So why was Danny Fenton still alive?

October 26

👻 Cornered

👻 Desiree makes all your dreams come true. And Nocturne handles the nightmares.

October 27

👻 Ghost Peeler

👻 He tried to stay in control of his ghost half. He really tried.

October 28

👻 Skeleton Key

👻 Tick, tick, tick. The sound was coming from his core.

October 29

👻 Last Rites

👻 They knew it would kill him. They did it on purpose.

October 30

👻 Tarot

👻 Danny had wondered when he would see his clone again. He never wanted it to be like this.

October 31

👻 Ectology

👻 He thought he'd been prepared to take off the mask on the hazmat suit and see what he looked like underneath. He couldn't have been more wrong.

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[elizabethemerald]

Danny is, if nothing else, a magnificent bullshitter. He would almost call bullshitting his way into and out of situations to be his greatest strength, if it weren't for the whole saving people thing. He doesn't know these people. Not the way they seem to know and accept him. But that doesn't mean he can't bullshit like he does.

He takes the time of Nightwing leading him through breathing exercises to come up with a plan. Or at least the approximation of a plan.

Things he knows: His parents cut him open last night, so even if he were to leave the Batcave (Batcave!!) he wouldn't have anywhere else safe to go. And he's still badly injured and in need of medical care and time to recover. Care the Waynes seem willing to give, though he doesn't know how much time he has.

He feels a guilty at the idea of taking advantage of the heroes, learning their secrets, pretending to be someone they care about when they don't really know him and as soon as Desiree's magic breaks they'll remember and hate him.

But maybe he could pay them back? Actually that would be perfect. As soon as he's back in fighting condition, he could help protect them while they are out protecting Gotham. He could infuse their computers with ectoplasm so they could hack through any non infused firewalls in existence. He could make and give them protections against being overshadowed. He could spend the rest of his life paying them back.

With his plan, such as it is, in his mind he relaxed back against the medical bed. He saw the relief on Nightwing's face. And on Bruce Wayne's face, and wasn't that a trippy thought. It's ok, he could do this.

"I'm sorry I made y'all worry about me." He said, his words slurring out of him. Oh, whatever drugs he was on made him speak a little more honestly than he thought.

"It's ok, Baby Spooks!" Nightwing said with a smile. Bruce stepped and put a large hand gently on Danny's shoulder. He had to fight down a flinch at the reminder of what his dad had done to him.

"'Wing, was anyone else hurt?" Danny had to ask, he had to make sure that Desiree didn't hurt Gotham's heroes when she placed him with them. He also hoped shortening his hero name would be an acceptable nickname until he learned his real name.

"Nope, we were able to get you out of there in time. You took quite a beating last night." There was a moment of confusion on his face before it slipped away to acceptance. Got it, don't ask questions about the past, they would put it together faster if he did that. "I'm going to head up, Alfred should be down to check on your bandages shortly."

That left Danny alone with Bruce. Bruce Wayne. Batman. THE Batman! Well Bruce had called Danny his son, so he could play of that. He knew how fathers and sons were supposed to act, even if his relationship with his own dad had been so wrong lately. Danny grabbed the hand that was on his shoulder and placed it on his face, leaning into the gentle touch.

"Thanks for saving me dad." Danny whispered. The drugs in his system were dragging him back to sleep, but he briefly saw Bruce's face twist in surprise before softening into a loving expression.

"Of course Danny. We'll always be there for you."

.

Danny learned a lot in the next couple of days. Nightwing's name was actually Dick (And Danny almost popped a stitch trying not to laugh the first time he heard that. Fortunately he could blame the drugs). Tim was Red Robin, Damian was Robin, Duke was Signal, Oracle and Nightwing had history that everyone made fun of, same with Stephanie (Spoiler) and Tim. He knew there was someone named Cass that wasn't in the manor right now that Steph had the hots for and someone named Jason that Bruce had a complicated history with.

After a few days Alfred, the family butler, but obviously so much more, said Danny was healed enough to return to his room in the manor above the Batcave, but he was still on bedrest for another week. He trusted Alfred even though he wanted to get out and start helping protect the Bats to pay back his debt. Instead he snuck into the Cave and infused the Batcomputer with ectoplasm. Tim suddenly found his multiple hacks and searches that he was running finding results far faster than he had expected.

Not being able to help more was killing Danny a little. He already hated owing people debts, and he hated people he cared about being in danger. And despite his best efforts to the contrary he was starting to care for this strange family. He hoped once he was recovered and could help out more directly they would be able to forgive him for using them, though he doubted they would ever forgive him for learning their secret identities, though he promised himself he would take that secret to his grave, if he actually got a grave the next time he died.

The bats have so many folks around, even if they aren't always working together. Enough that folks like to joke/write about Danny just kinda showing up acting like he already lives there. He just kinda blends in.

I'd love to see more magic motivated versions of this. Some kind of spell that affects the bat's perceptions of the past and present, making them actually miss that this boy wasn't with their family too long ago. Maybe it changes their understanding like it's a time line shift, maybe it fogs their mind just a tad and makes them glaze past something like it wasn't even there. I like the second if only because I feel like that would make it more likely for the bats to realize a spell was a foot.

Imagining this from Danny's side, hes terrified this whole time of getting found out. He knows how and when he showed up here and maybe even how flimsy whatever magic is in place is. Imagining a Desiree wish that was either very carefully worded or Not so carefully worded. Maybe he placed himself with the Wayne family with the expectation that he would quietly mooch of some rich idiot until he was ready to be on his own. Or maybe he wished himself to be a part of the batclan, taking up a mask and patroling with them as a bird that Doesn't Exist.

Ofc eventually the spell has to be broken, leaving the bats confused worried scared angry probably even amused, and a billion other things. WHY did this teenager decide to adopt himself into the Wayne/bat family? Who the hell is he and where did he come from. Someone call Zatanna, there is some magic Fuckery going on.

[pedanticat]

As a kid, I always found it weird how Desiree was one of several ghosts that were treated as a villain, and now I'm even more confused as I rewatch Danny Phantom. While she does cause chaos with her wishes, she genuinely wants to give people their deepest desires due to her tragic past. She wasn't so much a villain but rather someone who had good intentions but didn't think things through.

[avidfics]

Moving On

summary: Soccer player abby finds out you're going on a date and is unhappy about it.

warnings: possessive abby; slightly mean; fluff; some suggestive content; kissing; thighs

a/n: happy new year! this is me manifesting a buff woman for 2024

abby let out a grunt as she pushed past a defensive player. There were only a few minutes left of soccer practice but she still had the energy to continue for another hour. Her team was in a good groove, the sun was out, and her girl was stopping by to chat after practice. She took a split second to squint against the sun to scan the crowd of spectators, and a wide smile broke across her face when she saw you, her girl, watching the practice by your parked car. 

She might’ve begun going all out now that she knew you were watching. In the last minute, she helped her team gain another point. “Damn, Abby.” One of her teammates gave a sly look. “Trying to show off for your girlfriend or something?” The rest of her teammates laughed along. They knew you and abby weren’t technically an item, but everyone knew abby had claimed you and she didn’t see a need to correct them. “Nah, no showing off is necessary. My girl already knows I’m the best player on the field.” Her team playfully booed her off the field, as she grabbed her gear and jogged over to where you sat overlooking the field on the back of your pickup truck. 

abby didn’t know if she was an ass or tits person, but when it came to you, she loved whatever piece of skin you showed for that day. And today? You wore skimpy gym shorts that had magically crawled up higher on your legs because of your seated position. The damn shorts were so tiny it exposed the flesh at the top of your thighs. She licked her lips as she desperately tried not to imagine taking the fat of your thighs in her rough hands and squeezing them, kissing them to discover any sensitive spots. 

Luckily you hopped off the truck bed to greet her and she didn’t have to be distracted by the thought of plush thighs. “Great practice, abs!” You threw both arms around her bulky form in a hug and abby took full advantage, circling your waist and spinning you around. Her core tightened when your giggle sang out. 

“Get a room!” The playful jeer is called out by her approaching teammates. “Y/N if you’re unsatisfied by abby and ever want to try another soccer player you just let us know.” You laugh at their exaggerated wink, not seeing abby shoot a hard look at her friends.

Without saying anything, she slings her arm over your shoulder, curling her body into yours in a possessive hold. Your checks flame at the intimate attention. “Please, we’re just friends. She gets enough attention from her fan club.” Even as you try to deny what’s obvious to everyone else, abby’s other hand starts to play with you in little ways that make your thoughts scramble, playing with the hoop of your earring, tugging on a piece of your hair, leaning her head against your head as if suddenly very tired. 

You clear your throat and hope no one hears how loud your heart is beating. If it beated any faster you’d need an ambulance. “Actually, please wish me luck, I have a date tonight.”

The silence from the once rowdy group is deafening. Scarier is abby’s sudden frozen movements. 

A timid “Congrats” from a teammate is sharply interrupted by the jarring laughter coming from abby. Her once warm presence leaves your side to pace in front of you. Her restless hands running over her ponytail, taking it down, and creating a tumble of hair onto her broad shoulders. “Is this a joke? Because you’ve been funnier.”

You straighten at the outlaudish way she’s questioning your approaching date. “This might be a shock but some people actually consider me desirable and want to date me.” For months you’d sent hints of your desiree for more to abby and in response she’d continue to keep you at arms length. The rejection, combined with the countless girls she actually did fuck, had finally pushed you to your limit so when a girl from another college asked you out, you gave in and said yes. 

Her teammates left the escalating sitation in a noiseless retreat. Leaving only you, with wobbling knees, and a very pissed off team captain.

“People?” Narrow eyes make you advert your eyes. “You got a whole roster of people fucking you that I don’t know about?” Before you could stop you pushed at her chest, eyes wide in outrage. 

The rebuff seemed to clear abby’s mind because an apology immediately floods out her mouth and she takes several deep breaths to clear her red vision. 

Her kinder expression and domineering approaching steps causes you to retreat till your back is flush against your truck. abby’s entire frame blocks you in but she only give an impish smile as she takes both your hands within her grip, playfully yanking them behind her back. “Obviously I know you’re hot as fuck. That’s why I’m so concerned. Just tell me their name and I’d feel alot better about letting you go.”

Like you’d fall for that.

A small chuckle falls from your lips as you pull your hands away and scoot from under abby to get into your car. “abby you’re not ‘letting’ me go anywhere. I’m grown and your not getting their name to cyber stalk them. This is my date and what I decide to do with whoever is none of your concern.” 

As you settled into the driver seat, abby began to panic as the feeling of control slipped out of her hands. She stopped the door before you fully closed it and yanked it back open. “Let me at least drive you to the restaurant.” she pleaded.

“None of your concern.” you sang as you moved to push her out the way. But before you could, a hard hand gripped the back of your neck and roughly brought your lips to hers. The shock kept you still as a statue but abby didn’t seem to mind as she took charge and sensuously moved her lips against yours. You could taste the remaining sweat from practice on her lips. Before pulling away she gave a quick swipe of her tongue against your bottom lip and gave a final goodbye peak to your still wet bottom lip. “You’ll always be my concern. Good luck on your date.”

[intomybubble]

Bro I swear to god you can never trust the “young popular male teacher” in anything jfc theyre always committing crimes

[ghoulishautism]

[staticsteampunk tags]

Once again you get me completely

Less "ghosts are basically just stereotypical supervillains" and more "ghosts who have perfectly reasonable desires that happen to cause problems bc they're so out of touch they dont realize the damage they're causing"

[nelkcats]

Lost Bird Returns

It wasn't strange that Danny chased Desiree, or that she refused to return to the Infinite Realms. What was strange was that she decided to leave Amity Park.

That made things 200% more difficult for the halfa because outside of Amity no one had the "no desiring" rule; while Danny was grateful that Amity was kept "secret" and no one knew what was going on inside (and that was a pain in the ass to accomplish), it was also a disadvantage in those situations.

Mainly because Desiree could stay invisible and listen to people's wishes. Like at that moment, where he found her smiling next to Batman, and damn it, what wish had she granted?

Batman, unaware of his unfortunate situation, was watching the streets of Gotham gloomily. It was Jason's death anniversary and they'd had another fight, which happened a lot in those days, but Bruce couldn't help but think of simpler days.

"I wish he could get his spark back" the dark knight lamented, accidentally sealing his son's fate.

And though Danny had caught Desiree in the thermos, the wish had already been made. The halfa didn't know enough to reverse it either.

A few days later rumors began to be heard of a ghost haunting Gotham. A boy dressed in a burnt uniform with a strange look on his face.

Robin, the lost part of Jason Todd that had been trapped in the Realms so long ago was back, and not even the Lazarus Pits would keep him away this time.

[roseverie]

DESIREE; meaning desired or wished

“In the dark of night / I was poeticised, desired by supreme desire.”

requested by anon

[fafnir19]

Genie's lamp - Part VI

The downfall

After a long day of lectures, Lex returned to his home, eager to share the tales of his day with his friend and mentor, Jafar. But as he searched the rooms of their cozy abode, Jafar was nowhere to be found.

Lex's brow furrowed in confusion as he made his way to the magic shop they ran together, hoping to find Jafar there. Lex walked through the dusty shelves of the magic shop, calling out for Jafar. As he rounded a corner, he came face to face with an elegant woman in her late 50s, her sharp gaze piercing through him. "Are you Lex?" she inquired, her voice smooth as. Lex straightened his back, his blue eyes meeting hers. "Yes, I am. How can I be of service?" A smirk played on her lips as she stepped closer, bringing Jafar's lamp into view.

Lex's heart skipped a beat as realization dawned upon him. "Ah, you are the traitor who betrayed my brother Declan. Off in the lamp with you, young genie!" She declared, her voice filled with triumph. A deafening scream erupted from Lex as he felt his body disintegrating into smoke, wisps of his essence spiraling towards the lamp. The world around him blurred into darkness. As the smoke dissipated, Lex found himself trapped within the confines of the lamp. Declan’s sister’s laughter echoed through the lamp, a haunting melody of triumph and satisfaction. Her voice was a chilling symphony as she gloated, "Welcome to your new reality, young genie. I’m Desiree though you will call me Mistress! Your days of freedom are over."

Inside the confines of the lamp, Jafar’s grumpy countenance greeted Lex.

"I guess my freedom lasted not too long. Trapped by this manly woman, that’s really a shame!" Jafar scoffed, his tone laced with bitterness. Sensing his companion's frustration, Lex offered reassurance, "Don’t worry. I bet we will be free again soon." In an attempt to align with Jafar's culture, Lex added, "In schāʾa ʾllāh!"

Unexpectedly, Jafar's reaction was far from the anticipated gratitude. With a sudden surge of fury, Jafar seized Lex by the throat, his grip firm and unyielding. Pushing him roughly against the plush cushions, Jafar's voice dripped with menace as he growled, "Don't call the name of this lowly demon in my Lamp! I’m a Zoroaster, not a Muslim!" Pressing Lex against the wall of the lamp, Jafar towered over him, his dominance palpable. "I was too lenient with you, and I guess I'll have to show you your place again," he declared, his eyes glinting with a dangerous gleam. Lex felt the weight of Jafar pressing down on him, igniting a fire within him that burned with both fear and primal need. "Jafar, please," he gasped, a mixture of fear and desire in his voice. "I'll do anything you ask, just... please." Jafar, relishing in his physical advantage, asserted his control over Lex, reveling in the power he held over the young sorcerer. "You belong to me, Lex," Jafar's voice was a dark promise, laced with a dangerous edge. "You will obey me without question." Lex's breath hitched as Jafar's hands roamed possessively over his body. "Spread your legs for me, Lex," Jafar's voice was a husky command that sent shivers down Lex's spine, his body responding instinctively to the genie's words.

Without hesitation, Lex obeyed, parting his legs to give way for Jafar's throbbing member. "Yes, Master," he whispered, his voice laced with a heady blend of submission and desire as he surrendered to Jafar's will.

Jafar's physical dominance over Lex was palpable, a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play between them. Lex found himself clinging to Jafar's arm, seeking solace in the strength that the genie exuded, both in body and magic. It was in these moments of vulnerability that Lex felt an odd sense of comfort, knowing that Jafar's control over him was absolute. Bound by Jafar's magic, Lex was unable to reach the pinnacle of release without his master's approval, a frustrating constraint that heightened his desire to a fever pitch. Jafar indulged in the raw power he held over Lex, teasing and edging him mercilessly, driving him to the brink of desperation. The pressure to climax built relentlessly, each moment of denial a torturous pleasure that left Lex both yearning and restrained. "You will beg for it, Lex," Jafar's voice was a cruel whisper, sending shivers down Lex's spine. "You will learn your place beneath me." Jafar's eyes gleamed with dark amusement, a predatory glint that spoke of the twisted pleasure he took in dominating Lex. As the tension between them mounted, Jafar finally relented, giving his approval with a single nod that sent a surge of magic coursing through Lex's body. With a cry of ecstasy, Lex found release, his body convulsing with the force of his climax as pleasure washed over him in a tidal wave. "Thank you, Master," Lex gasped, his chest heaving as he lay spent and sated against the cushions. Jafar, his features softened with a glimmer of satisfaction, pulled Lex close for a moment of intimacy, a silent gesture of possessiveness that bound them together in a tangled web of desire and magic.

Jafar spooned Lex with his leg over Lex's hip and his cock still in the warmth of Lex's hole. In the confines of Jafar's embrace,  Jafar's breath lingered against the curve of Lex's ear as he whispered tales of a bygone era. "I was originally a prince in the Achaemenid Empire, in todays Iran, before I was transformed into a genie and trapped in this lamp," Jafar's voice held a hint of bitterness, a relic of centuries spent in confinement.

"I needed to witness when the Muslims conquered my Realm and I couldn’t do anything against it, as I was trapped in the lamp." Lex felt a surge of empathy for the genie, his heart aching for the loss and helplessness Jafar had endured. "I can't imagine how difficult that must have been for you," Lex murmured, his voice soft with understanding. With an arrogant smirk, Jafar added, "Not that I particularly valued my subjects, but the fact that Islam made them dumber day by day and that my once prosperous empire became poorer and poorer, really sucks me!" Lex's brow furrowed in contemplation, conflicted by Jafar's words. "I... I had no idea," he admitted in shame that he has mistaken Jafar for a Muslim. "I'm a Zoroaster," Jafar declared, his words cutting through the hushed intimacy like a blade. "And I despise Islam with every fiber of my being. As the smart boy you are, you should share in my disdain for the destructive superstition of the Arabs that razed my empire!"

Suddenly Lex and Jafar were conjured out of the cramped confines of the lamp by Desiree's powerful command, they materialized in the opulent living room of a grand Wilhelminian villa. The notorious Desiree greeted them with a smirk that spoke volumes of her cunning demeanor.

"I always knew that Declan was too weak to handle a genie. But now it’s my turn, and you two will serve me obediently and faithfully!" Desiree's sharp eyes swept over them, sizing them up for her own purposes. "Jafar will be my butler and shall wear a tux. And as for you, Lex..." Her gaze lingered on him for a moment. "You remind me of the Greek statues in my garden. A thong will suffice for you. Jafar, that is my wish." Jafar nodded in acquiescence, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Consider it done, mistress." With a flick of his hand, Jafar was adorned in a sleek tuxedo befitting a butler, his dark charm accentuated by the formal attire.

In contrast, Lex felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized what was to come. With a wave of Jafar's hand, Lex found himself clad in nothing but a revealing thong that left little to the imagination, his toned physique on display for all to see. Desiree's lips curled into a satisfied smile as she observed them. Jafar has become just a tuxedo-clad butler and Lex ... nothing more than a provocative thong-clad figure at Desiree's whims and desires.

"Now, let the servitude begin," she purred, her voice laced with undeniable authority. Lex could feel the weight of her gaze bearing down on him, a reminder of his new role in her twisted game. Jafar, ever the compliant servant, stood by Desiree's side, his demeanor composed yet tinged with a dangerous edge. Lex couldn't help but feel a mix of apprehension and a strange thrill at the unfolding events. He knew that in this new dynamic, he would need to tread carefully to navigate the treacherous waters ahead. As the realization of their fate sank in, Lex glanced at Jafar, seeking some semblance of reassurance or guidance in his captivating gaze. Jafar's eyes met his with a mix of amusement and something darker, a silent promise of the trials to come.

One fateful day, Desiree hosted her bridge group, a gathering of elderly women, in the sprawling garden adorned with statues of muscular Greek athletes.

Lex, clad in nothing but the revealing thong, attended to their every desire, serving tea, biscuits, and gin with a forced smile. The elderly women, emboldened by the spirits and the summer breeze, grew bolder in their advances towards Lex. Their wrinkled hands roamed his supple skin, the gin giving them courage to touch him where they pleased, causing uncomfortable shivers down his spine.

As the raucous bridge group of elderly women bid their farewells, Desiree's eyes drifted to Lex with a sinister glint. "I like young toy boys. They make me feel alive!" she purred, leading Lex to her bedchamber.

Lex, with a mix of trepidation and excitement, obliged her whims, beginning their encounter with slow, seductive movements. "I'm here to please, Mistress Desiree," Lex's voice dripped with false sweetness.

He began to pleasure her, each movement precise and deliberate, igniting a fire within her that burned with a dangerous intensity. The room echoed with Desiree's moans as Lex quickened his pace, a sly grin tugging at his lips. Desiree's protests fell on deaf ears as he thrusted deeper and faster, driving her to cry out, "Not so wild, young stallion!" Ignoring her pleas, Lex pressed on with an escalating fervor, a devilish grin dancing on his face. Desiree's features began to shift, her once fair skin darkening, her elegant nose widening with each thrust. The realization dawned on her like a cruel sunrise - she was transforming into a black woman. "Stop it, you bastard!" she cried out, her words laced with fear and anger. Yet Lex's grin only widened, a predator reveling in his prey's torment. Panic set in as she pleaded with Lex to stop, but his devilish grin only widened. "Embrace the change, Desiree. You'll thank me later," Lex's words were laced with malice. Desiree's attempts to push Lex away revealed a horrifying truth – his cock sported barbs akin to a tomcat's, tearing at her flesh as she struggled. In a desperate bid to rid herself of Lex's relentless onslaught, she pushed him away with all her might, the pain unbearable. When Lex pulled out, her womb, which was hanging on the barbs of Lex's cock, was also ripped out. Eventually her womb protruded from her body, morphing into a masculine appendage, her breasts vanished, leaving her a muscular black man. "What have you done to me?" Desiree's voice trembled with fear and confusion. Outraged and bewildered, Desiree demanded answers from Lex, "How could you transform me into a black man? And why?" Lex, reveling in his dominance, replied with a chilling grin, "I wouldn't consider you human anymore!" Just then, realization struck Desiree – horns adorned her head, marking her transformation into a minotaur. In agony, she screamed, but Lex's words sealed her fate, "You will be a perfect addition to my garden." With a snap of his finger, Desiree's form solidified into a black marble statue, a silent testament to Lex's cruelty and power. The room fell into an eerie silence, broken only by Lex's satisfied chuckle as he surveyed his handiwork, a twisted smile playing on his lips.

As Lex placed the marble minotaur in the center of the fountain niche, a glint of mischief danced in Jafar's eyes. Approaching with a sly grin, he remarked, "That was really funny, that she thought you are a genie as well and need to obey her." Lex chuckled softly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Yes, it was quite the performance, wasn't it? Though I must admit, holding back my laughter was a challenge," he admitted, his tone light and carefree. Observing Lex's attire, Jafar arched an eyebrow in curiosity. "I must ask, why are you still wearing that peculiar thong?" he inquired, his gaze lingering on Lex's revealing garment. A playful smirk tugged at Lex's lips as he swiftly tore the thong off, standing unabashedly naked amidst the greenery of the garden. "Ah, much better. I deserve to relish my freedom in this newfound paradise," Lex declared, his confidence shining through his every move.

With Jafar's nod of agreement, they made their way back to the villa, their footsteps echoing through the grand halls. Trevor, their loyal stallion, now housed in a lavish stable within the mansion's grounds, greeted them with a contented whinny. As they passed by the fountain once more, Desiree's marble form stood frozen in perpetual agony, the water cascading over her head in an unending cycle. She could still sense the world around her and the flowing water seemed to whisper mad whispers, driving her further into the depths of insanity. Her eyes, frozen in perpetual agony, bore witness to the newfound freedom of Lex and Jafar, a stark reminder of her own folly and downfall. Lex gazed at her with a mixture of fascination and satisfaction, knowing that she would forever remain a testament to his dark sorcery.

Desiree's silent screams echoed in the garden, a haunting reminder of the price of crossing paths with the likes of Lex and Jafar.