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jazlynriddle · 2 months ago

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Welcome to your life - Pt 1:

Everybody Wants To Rule THEIR World Ch 5:

Summary:

"You need only close your eyes to it and be happy and safe with us."

The Keeper (player) has already secured the repository and Sebastian's loyalty, emboldening his descent into darkness. Now, they just need to win over Ominis, cure Anne, and create a domain to call their own.

And not necessarily in that order.

The Keeper's tale, a post-game story of a morally-grey, pragmatic, Chaotic Neutral, non-binary, muggleborn, orphan player character, so burned by 1800s orphanages, that they became a power hoarder who demands more payment for quests, burns paintings but doesn't want to rule the world, just their own territory and the two boys who'd caught their eye.

Warnings: This chapter contains smut!

Sebastian x MC x Ominis! Spoilers! Dark content! Slow-burn canon-compilant corruption! Fucked up 1800s orphanages! MC has no love for Anne or Solomon! Dubious happy ending (it's happy for MC, Seb and Ominis at least)

You can also read on AO3! (chapter specific warnings below)

Notes:

Warnings: Smut! Handjob! Oral Sex!

Hope it doesn't disappoint ;P

FYI: For those not too familiar with British lingo, the term "snog" and its derivative "snogging", refer to deep/heavy kisses or "making out".

Also, I drew art for this chapter and added it to the bottom of said chapter xD

You can also view it in HD for free on my Patreon page!

Sebastian hummed thoughtfully as he flipped through Blood is Key in-Wards, glancing occasionally at the opened Magical Castles of Caste and Keeps that keep Kempt beside it, cross referencing some of the information linked between the books.

Sadly, there wasn’t a book on Dark Magic in the pile he was going through, but they were definitely still fascinating, nonetheless.

Ominis was out chasing a lead on Anne's whereabouts and their Keeper friend was busy surveying a ruin site he'd marked on their map as a potential plot for their fortress.

Sebastian could still barely believe they were planning to build an actual magical fortress. Perhaps not one large enough to rival Hogwarts but they were certainly going to try to make it as powerful.

And this one would have defences against an attack from underground.

Thus, Sebastian was studying the design of magical fortresses rather than studying for his OWLs over the weekend. The three of them would probably need to take the next weekend off from their project, to focus on schoolwork or they might not even make it to graduation.

One might wonder why books like the ones he was reading were in the restricted section. The reason being that several of the ruins in the books on castles and keeps, used blood wards and the book on that subject was very thorough, including detailed instructions on how blood key wards were cast and set.

Most branches of blood magic were illegal, however even the ones that were legal were still very effective. They were the same protections Gringotts used on most of their House vaults to verify the lineage of those entering the vault. They could probably request that the goblins set the wards that were legal on their fortress, but the illegal ones they’d have to set on their own.

The other two books they'd stolen, Ley Lines Literacy and Magical Monolith Materials, went into detailed methods of making residences unplottable and other protective designs, discussing the merits of building on specific ley lines and using building materials that naturally dampened trace magics.

The books they’d pilfered were exactly what they needed, they were incredibly extensive and unfortunately, way over Sebastian's head. He could feel a headache building just from trying to understand half of the words being used, let alone the diagrams.

"I smell smoke, is that your brain by any chance, Sebastian?" Ominis' dry tones came accompanied by the sound of the Undercroft's metal grates rising.

"Urgh, if it'd help me understand half of these runes, I'd gladly set my brain to boil." Sebastian sighed, rubbing a hand over his face tiredly.

Ominis chuckled, the pleasant sound soothing to Sebastian's strained mind. His best friend's mood had been delightfully light since they'd gotten him to agree to their plan.

The Keeper was right as always, as long as they weren't endangering themselves, or reminding him that they were going to be experimenting on people eventually, Ominis was happy to help them move their plans forward.

If anything, the thought of all his most treasured people safely living in a highly secured fortress was probably wonderful to Ominis.

In fact, Ominis had been heading the search for Anne since he was the least likely to send her running at the sight of him. He would have the best chance of convincing her to at least hear them out. The rest would be left to Sebastian and the Keeper.

"Any luck on your end?" Sebastian asked as Ominis sat down next to him on the bench, Sebastian taking the opportunity to flop over sideways to rest his aching head on Ominis' lap and prop his legs up along the bench.

“What, besides asking someone if they’d seen Anne and accidentally presenting them with a blank paper, which I then had to flip over to actually display Anne’s face?” Ominis asked drily.

Sebastian choked back a laugh at the mental image, spending the next few minutes jolting in place in an attempt to, well, be considerate for Ominis. Though he doubted his attempts had been very effective.

Ominis rolled his eyes and sighed, running his fingers idly through Sebastian's brown wavy locks. "Unfortunately, I’m afraid it was another bust, I suppose her having moved only a few towns away was too much to hope for."

Sebastian kissed his teeth in annoyance, where on earth had she gone? Did she really need to get away from him that much? Even though Anne had said she still loved him in her letter, the thought that she would go to such lengths to hide from him stung terribly and he'd found himself doubting the sincerity of her written words.

He closed his eyes, allowing the rhythmic movements of Ominis' slender fingers to soothe the ache in his chest.

Anne aside, the last three months had been some of the best months Sebastian had ever had in his entire life. Sure, there weren’t as many exciting blood pumping battles as he'd like, seeing as most of the goblin and Ashwinder camps in the Highlands had scattered, but it'd been the first time all three of them truly worked together since the Scriptorium.

Only better, without the anxiety of Dark Magic hanging over Ominis' head, the three of them were free to brainstorm on the design of the fortress. What rooms did they want? How many wash closets would be on each floor? Heck, how many floors did they want?

The possibilities were endless, and it'd been some of the most fun any of them had had in years. Sebastian kept finding himself surprised at how well they worked together, the Keeper's rational logic balancing out Sebastian's energy and Ominis' dry wit as they worked towards their goal.

If this was a sneak preview of their life together after graduation, then he couldn’t wait to get out of school. Then they could focus on working together to make their fortress self-sustaining without worrying about school schedules and exams. It almost felt like what he'd imagined it'd be like, planning a home to live in after having wed.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to keep searching and get the fortress ready for her." Sebastian sighed.

"...I'm still not sure she'd agree to join us, even if we don't tell her about…you know." Ominis murmured.

Sebastian cracked an eyelid open at that, reaching up to gently place a hand against Ominis' cheek, pleased when his best friend merely leaned into it.

"Don't worry so much, we'll convince her, I'm sure of it." Sebastian consoled him, there was no need to worry Ominis further by telling him that the Keeper and Sebastian were ready to force her to join them if necessary.

Perhaps by the time they found her, they'd already have the fortress and maybe even the cure ready.

"If you guys were going to snog, the least you could do is wait for me to return so I could watch." The Keeper's cheeky snark disrupted his thoughts as they stepped through the Undercroft gates.

"Didn't realise you had such interests." Ominis shot back with a small smirk.

"Just for the two of you, definitely don't want to see anyone else making out, gross." The Keeper wrinkled their nose in disgust as they sat on the edge of the table.

"I don't mind, do you?" Sebastian shrugged, half joking as he trailed his fingers down Ominis' cheek. He felt the other boy shiver and was surprised to see and feel the skin, under the pads of his fingers, heat up.

Oh.

"Ho." The Keeper seemed to have noticed it too.

"Y- you shouldn't make jokes like that, Sebastian!" Ominis immediately shifted as though to move off the bench, but Sebastian quickly grabbed the front of Ominis' robes, holding him in place, causing Ominis to place a hand on Sebastian’s chest for balance.

"And if I wasn't joking?" Sebastian asked, his voice serious. He remembered vividly, the feeling of wrapping his arms around his best friend, holding Ominis between himself and the Keeper.

At the time he'd told himself that it was a hug to comfort Ominis. Any feelings in his heart were surely platonic love for his best friend. Yet he’d already lost count of how many times he'd woken up in the morning with damp pyjamas and a vague impression of that memory.

The rush of adrenaline that had heated his veins as he made eye contact with the Keeper over Ominis' shoulder, the strange prickle across his own skin as the Keeper brushed their lips against Ominis' nape.

He'd been unsure what to do with these feelings, especially in light of the moment he'd shared with the Keeper on the couch afterwards. Did he want the Keeper, or did he want his best friend, or did he want them both? Was any of that even worth thinking about if it wasn't reciprocated?

So, he'd buried his feelings, but now at the way Ominis was behaving and the Keeper's words. Perhaps there was a chance?

"If it makes any difference, I was actually being serious too." The Keeper piped in helpfully. Well, at least that was now confirmed.

"Surely you can't be-" Ominis' face flushed further, the fetching red standing out on his pale cheekbones, the pupils of his sightless eyes dilating and painting an unintentionally sensual feast for the eyes.

Sebastian swallowed, he'd never allowed himself to think too much about how attractive his best friend was but he’d never stopped looking.

Homosexuality wasn't frowned upon in the wizarding world by any means, but he hadn't wanted to risk their friendship when he'd seen no indication that his friend was attracted to him, and then there was the whole Anne thing that completely destroyed any levity he'd had to spare chasing romantic thoughts.

Yet here they were, with both the people he'd come to care about most, one having already confirmed a sexual attraction and the other showing all the physical signs of it.

"I'm pretty confident that we are." The Keeper smirked suggestively, getting off the table to stand behind Ominis, leaning down to whisper into his ear. "So, the only question that remains is… what do you want to do, Ominis?"

Sebastian watched as Ominis shuddered, his long fingers fisting in Sebastian's shirt as a stifled gasp slipped from Ominis' throat, the tendons on his neck tightening, bringing his elegant collar bones into stark definition.

"I-" Ominis began, his words choking in his throat as the Keeper trailed their lips down along that slender neck, leaving light butterfly kisses across his beauty marks.

Sweet Merlin was that the most alluring sight Sebastian had ever seen, far better than anything his fever dreams could conjure. He licked his lips, feeling the heat in his chest rise exponentially when the Keeper looked up, their eyes pinning his with a mischievous, almost challenging, glint.

He knew that look, it was the same expression the Keeper would wear when they tackled a difficult enemy together, one using accio then using a diffindo, right before the other pulled the enemy back into range for an incendio.

Sebastian swallowed again, pushing his nerves aside and sitting up, Ominis gasped at the movement, his hand braced against Sebastian's chest meant that he inadvertently got pushed back against the Keeper's torso.

Sebastian reached a hand forward to cup Ominis' cheek, his heart pounding in his ears and his stomach in knots. He wondered if Ominis could feel how fast his heart was beating.

"If you don't want this, just push me away." Sebastian murmured, the Keeper taking the cue to draw back from Ominis' nape, giving him the room to think.

Sebastian held still before Ominis, feeling his fingers clench and release against Sebastian's chest.

The silent moment stretched on for what felt like an eternity, before Ominis' hand finally settled into a fist, wrapping itself in Sebastian's shirt.

Well, it would be flat if Ominis wanted to push him away. So, taking that as an acceptance, Sebastian shifted to straddle his lap, before inching closer to him, moving slowly, in case Ominis changed his mind.

Sebastian paused a hair's breadth away, giving Ominis one last chance to escape.

Surprised when Ominis released a small whimper and a shaky breath. "Sebastian-"

The haze in Ominis' eyes, the strain in his voice and the way Ominis spoke his name with such need sent sizzles up Sebastian's spine and tightened his chest.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

Closing the gap, he moved his hand to cup the base of Ominis' head and pressed their lips together. The muffled sound Ominis made was absolutely delicious. Sebastian wondered what he had to do to get Ominis to make it again.

Sebastian moved his lips tentatively, eyes closing in focus as he tried to mimic what he'd read before. He'd read adult books but that was about as far as his experience went. After Anne was cursed, he hadn't the time nor inclination to explore. At least he knew that Ominis was equally inexperienced, he wasn’t too sure about the Keeper, perhaps he'd ask later.

Tilting his head for a better angle, Sebastian was surprised at how soft Ominis' lips felt against his own. Feeling a spark of delight when Ominis pressed back against him hesitantly, trying to follow his movements, the two of them exploring and learning each other in ways they never had up till this point.

"God, that's even hotter than I imagined." The Keeper breathed, Sebastian didn't bother to pause his exploratory adventure but cracked one eye open to peer curiously at the Keeper.

Flashing another suggestive grin, the Keeper dipped their head down and pressed their lips against Ominis' throat again, this time leaving open mouth kisses along his nape, taking their time to nip and suck, causing Ominis to gasp and make that delightful sound again.

As Ominis' lips parted for his gasp to emerge, his tongue lightly touched Sebastian's lip, raising goosebumps across Sebastian's arms as his eye slipped closed again. Curious to feel that sensation once more, Sebastian parted his own lips and dragged his tongue lightly across Ominis' lower lip.

The shudders that shook Ominis were wonderful to feel, and Sebastian immediately did it again, this time slipping between Ominis' lips slightly to touch the tips of their tongues together, mesmerised by the new sensation. Eagerly swallowing every tantalizing sound that escaped Ominis' throat as Sebastian threaded his fingers through his hair.

Time ceased to have meaning as they explored each other, their kiss growing hungrier with every movement. The lewd sound of the Keeper suckling on Ominis' skin swirling in his ears, stroking the ever-growing need in Sebastian's chest, a need for more.

Sebastian was distantly aware of Ominis' hand splaying open against his chest, no longer gripping his shirt but feeling instead.

A surprised moan left Sebastian's throat, his eyes opening as Ominis' fingers brushed against a nipple under his shirt, sending shocks of lightning up his spine. Ominis froze and Sebastian immediately felt embarrassed, when did those become so sensitive!?

The next moment, he felt Ominis fingers brush across it, more purposefully this time. Sebastian tried to swallow the reaction, but a strained sound still left his throat. He could feel Ominis' lips curl up against his own.

"Heh, that was a nice sound."

At the Keeper's voice, Sebastian leaned back, breathing heavily as he separated his lips from Ominis' with an indecently wet noise. Sebastian glared at the Keeper for the teasing tone in their voice, before noticing the line of hickeys trailing down Ominis' neck, his shirt partially opened to allow the marks to trail down to Ominis' collarbone.

Sebastian felt his throat go dry, surprised to feel satisfied by the sight, as though he had marked Ominis himself. His dishevelled state was also quite fetching, with his clothing askew and Ominis' usually neatly combed back blond hair now hanging around his face, framing his pale eyes, giving him an almost ethereal and seductive atmosphere.

"I have to agree…" Ominis voice was husky and breathy, unlike how Sebastian had ever heard him before, his tone and words causing Sebastian to flush deeply in embarrassment.

The Keeper flashed a lecherous smirk, reaching forward to cup the back of Sebastian's neck, the same way he'd held Ominis before, tugging him closer to crash their lips together.

Where kissing Ominis had been a slow exploratory adventure that Sebastian had led, he quickly found that kissing the Keeper was more like being devoured.

The Keeper's lips were confident against Sebastian's, nipping at his lower lip and drawing out sounds he'd never thought he'd make. Their tongue ran along his upper lip, drawing a gasp before taking advantage of the opening to dart between his lips, touching their tongues together for brief flashes and then withdrawing before Sebastian could get his bearings.

"Merlin, Sebastian…" Ominis murmured, wonder and arousal thick in his voice.

His words immediately reminded Sebastian that Ominis' head was literally right beneath where the Keeper was basically fucking Sebastian's mouth, and Ominis could probably hear everything in explicit detail.

Strangely enough that realisation only made Sebastian release his dirtiest moan yet, his chest burning with need. His hands grasped at the Keeper's upper arms desperately, heat pooling in his groin, as he felt Ominis hands exploring his torso.

Deft fingers quickly undid Sebastian's vest and then his shirt buttons, exposing Sebastian's upper body for Ominis to explore and 'see'. Curious fingers trailed along his skin, tickling him at times, though the Keeper never let him stay distracted for long.

Naturally, Ominis quickly gained a fascination with Sebastian’s annoyingly sensitive nipples and with every rub and light pinch Sebastian could feel the tightness in his pants grow increasingly unbearable.

Seeming to sense Sebastian's building impatience, the Keeper pulled away, giving his swollen lip one last lick in parting. Leaving him gasping for air and painfully aroused while they shifted down to his jaw.

"Want to help him out?" The Keeper murmured against Sebastian's throat as they began to leave a similar trail of hickeys down his neck too.

Now Sebastian understood why Ominis was moaning so much before. He pressed a hand to his mouth to muffle the embarrassing sounds, at the pinch of teeth against his skin, the warmth and wetness of the Keeper's tongue dragging over the same spot repeatedly.

With all the distractions it took Sebastian a few moments to register what the Keeper had said and who they'd said it to.

About as much time as it took Ominis to start unbuckling his belt.

"O- Ominis!?" Sebastian would later be very embarrassed by how high his voice went the moment he realised what Ominis was doing.

Ominis chuckled, clearly enjoying having the upper hand now. The little prick, Sebastian grumbled internally, unable to string a proper sentence together if his life depended on it. Especially when Ominis palmed his heretofore ignored hardness and tugged it free from his underwear.

Yeap, his hand definitely didn't muffle that one at all, not in the slightest. In his defence, while Sebastian had seen Ominis naked before, living together as young boys, he had never been touched there by anyone else before.

Sebastian could feel Ominis running his hands over his erection curiously, 'seeing' another male's genitals for the first time. Every one of Ominis' movements felt like pure torture, unfurling his foreskin painfully slowly, especially when the Keeper began to play with Sebastian's chest as they marked his collarbones.

It took every ounce of willpower Sebastian had to stop himself from begging Ominis to please get on with it, it's just a regular coc-

"Fuck-" Sebastian gasped out as Ominis ran a thumb over the head, catching the small drop of pre-cum that had gathered in his tip, using it as lubricant to stroke his thumb across the sensitive pink flesh.

Glancing down treated Sebastian to the lovely view of Ominis' beautiful features scrunched up adorably in focus. Slender fingers of one hand wrapped around his length while the other drifted down to drag over his balls and knead the flesh just past them, sending shocks of electricity through his body.

Sebastian couldn’t stop himself from gasping and moaning if he tried. Every rhythmic stroke of Ominis' warm hands felt like fire licking up Sebastian's spine to curl in ecstasy at the base of his skull. He felt his legs tremble, not having enough room to allow his hips to thrust like they clearly wanted to, forced to cling to the Keeper for stability.

"Sebastian, does it feel good?" Ominis asked, the curl of his lips telling the Keeper that Ominis knew the answer, he just wanted to hear it. They smothered their amusement, focusing on their mission of marking Sebastian thoroughly.

It took Sebastian a minute to understand Ominis words, the feeling of the Keeper dragging their tongue over the raw skin they'd just nibbled repeatedly, while they squeezed and tugged at his nipples intermittently, was driving him mad.

The sound of Ominis voice amidst the sensations of his best friend's hands stroking him was making his head swim. This was Ominis, Ominis giving him pleasure, the one who'd always been there for him, who hadn't given up on him even after all the hurt he'd caused, now here, asking as though his pleasure was all that mattered.

He had to respond, had to tell him how he felt, Sebastian gasped, trying his best to control himself enough to speak. "Y-yeah, it- feels good Omi-”

And of course, Ominis chose that moment to stroke him faster and squeeze harder, making Sebastian choke on his words, pleasure pulsing through his veins like liquid fire. Sebastian could feel the pressure building as the heat became unbearable. Merlin, he both loved and hated Ominis.

In a scant few seconds, Sebastian's mind went white with euphoria, shuddering as pure bliss surged through his body, cumming harder than he had in his entire life thus far.

Feeling the muscles in Sebastian's legs and abdomen contract spasmodically, Ominis quickly cupped a hand over him to catch the spend, continuing to stroke Sebastian through his orgasm, dragging his ecstasy out.

After a moment, Sebastian whined softly as the haze of pleasure cleared. His frien- lover’s? movements starting to hurt as he became oversensitive.

Sebastian felt the Keeper pull away from his throat, slumping bonelessly against the Keeper's supportive frame as Ominis released him, panting heavily as his body trembled with residual tingles of pleasure.

"Jesus, Sebastian… if only you could see how he looks, Ominis." The Keeper breathed, gazing at Sebastian, they'd known he would look gorgeous taken apart, but Sebastian was certainly surpassing expectations, as always.

"Tell me." Ominis' voice was equally breathy, tinged with yearning.

Sebastian's sluggish brain took a few seconds to catch up and the moment it did, he was very sure he was about to die from embarrassment.

"He's beautiful, adorable freckles highlighted in a gorgeous bloom of passion, the flush of heat spreading across his nose, to his ears, over his neck and down his chest-"

Sebastian really really wanted to beg the Keeper to stop because he was sure he'd never been this embarrassed in his life before, but the expression on Ominis' face stopped him.

He looked enraptured, the flush on his cheeks deepening with every word, as though he was picturing Sebastian exactly as described and was enjoying the mental image. Sebastian just couldn't take that from him, so he remained silent and simply endured it.

"-His lips swollen from our efforts, the pupils of his warm eyes blown wide and hazed over with pleasure, his throat littered with markings all the way from his jaw to his collarbones, his pert nipples flushed and tight."

Sebastian felt flustered, shyness warring with pleasure. Did he really look like that to the Keeper? Did Ominis really want to see him like that so much? A bloom of pride spread through his chest.

To Sebastian's surprise, right as the Keeper finished his description, Ominis whimpered, pressing his clean hand to his own pants, and then brought his cum covered hand up.

And licked it.

Merlin's balls, Sebastian had been pretty sure he was wiped but that was a sight worth getting going again for. The Keeper chuckled at the resurgence of arousal on Sebastian's expression.

"Doubt you'll be ready to go again for at least an hour, how about you accompany Ominis while I help him out." The Keeper smirked, supporting Sebastian's noodle legs in moving to sit properly on the bench, even helping him tuck his softened length back into his pants with practised ease.

The Keeper cast a quick scourgify on Ominis' hand, before using a low powered depulso to move the table out of the way and leaning forward to capture Ominis' lips, tasting Sebastian on his tongue. They took their time with him, lapping at the inside of his mouth and coaxing Ominis into exploring their own.

"Why are you so much gentler with him?" Sebastian complained, raising an eyebrow in bewilderment.

The Keeper smirked as they pulled away from Ominis to reply. "Why? Was I too rough for you?"

"No! I can handle it." Sebastian shot back immediately without thinking, making both Ominis and the Keeper laugh.

"Then what's the problem?" The Keeper grinned with pseudo-innocence.

Sebastian groaned when he realised what he'd just gotten tricked into saying, rolling his eyes and tugging Ominis over by the lapels to take his frustration out on the other boy's mouth. Which Ominis certainly wasn’t protesting, if the way his lips curled against his own were any indication.

It was so easy to get lost in Ominis, the both of them trying to find their own pace, exploring this new wonderful thing, learning what got a good reaction out of Ominis and what made himself feel good.

It was somehow different from kissing the Keeper. It almost felt like they were accustomed to all this. Sebastian felt like there was something unsettling about this, but the thought was quickly dislodged from his brain when Ominis moaned loudly into his mouth, slender fingers tightening around Sebastian's forearms.

Pulling back and glancing down, Sebastian realised what had gotten that reaction.

The Keeper.

Was on their knees.

With their lips wrapped around Ominis' length.

It was absolutely the most erotic image Sebastian had ever seen.

It got even more wonderfully obscene when the Keeper looked up, met Sebastian's eyes, and sank down all the way to the base, and that was saying something, since neither he nor Ominis were considered small.

Sebastian watched with fascination as Ominis' eyes swam with ecstasy, lips parted to release absolutely filthy moans of delight, his body trembling with pleasure. The Keeper's head bobbed up and down, occasionally stopping to lap at the crown, and Sebastian caught a glimpse of their teeth grazing Ominis, making his breath catch and shudder.

Ominis seemed to be having a hard time figuring out what to do with his hands, specifically the one hovering in place over the Keeper's hair. Clearly fighting the urge to place a hand on the Keeper's head to hold them in place.

The Keeper appeared to guess Ominis' concerns because they pulled back, letting his length slip from their hot wet mouth, to Ominis' despair, based on his expression. They gave him a few laps to the head that made Ominis jolt and tremble, as they caught the excess fluid on their tongue.

"It's fine if you want to control the pace, unlike Sebastian, I can actually handle it." The Keeper smirked cockily.

"Hey!" Sebastian protested.

Ominis however, frowned. The Keeper seemed to take this as hesitation because they guided Ominis to stand, bracing one of his hands on the edge of the table and guiding the other to thread through their hair.

Not giving Ominis time to protest before the Keeper began swallowing Ominis whole again, now facing upwards, encouraging Ominis to thrust downwards into their straightened throat.

Despite his concerns, the experience was clearly too overwhelming because Ominis didn't manage to remove his hand or stop once the Keeper had him in their mouth again.

Sebastian could tell that Ominis was trying to be gentle, but Sebastian was more enraptured with how bloody sexy it was, watching Ominis unable to resist the urge to hold the Keeper's head in place, and quite literally fuck their mouth.

Every thrust pushed so deep into the Keeper’s throat that Sebastian could see the bulge that was the tip of Ominis' erection stretching their skin. The sounds were beyond lewd as well, and all of these were clearly getting to Ominis as he was already having difficulty controlling his hips and after only a few moments, he was struggling to hold still.

"I- I'm going to-" Ominis gasped out, moving to try and pull out but the Keeper gripped his hips to stop him.

"I think they want you to cum down their throat." Sebastian supplied helpfully, his mind sizzling at the thought. Sweet Merlin he was never going to need wank material for the rest of his life.

Ominis clearly felt the same because those words were enough to tip him over the edge with an absolutely pornographic moan, and Sebastian felt like he might have just dry orgasmed himself, because his brain was definitely doing something in response to watching the Keeper swallowing around the bulge deep in their throat.

Ominis panted heavily, slumping against the hand braced against the table and Sebastian quickly got up to catch him, while the Keeper slipped the softened member from their lips and tucked it back into Ominis' pants.

Now that Sebastian was seeing it rather than experiencing it, the unease from before returned in full force. That was too smooth. The motion, too practised and mechanical, like a bartender wiping down a table at work.

Ominis, naturally, felt Sebastian tense up and murmured quietly. "You've noticed too?"

"...yeah." Sebastian replied as he and Ominis sat down on the bench.

The Keeper stood, rubbing their knees to soothe the ache from kneeling on the cold hard floor. Before they turned to the boys with a proud smirk that quickly fell at the sight of both their, no doubt, unsettled expressions.

"Don't tell me that wasn't good." The Keeper forced a grin that was painfully paper-thin, their voice slightly hoarse.

Ominis quickly spoke to reassure them. "No, it's not that, it was honestly amazing, it's just- I think we need to talk."

The Keeper frowned, seemingly confused before shrugging and using their wand to move the table back to its original position and sat down on the bench on the other side of the table. They brushed the back of their hand over their chin, pulling a vial of wiggenweld from their pocket and taking a sip to ease their throat.

"Wait, we haven't- don't you need to, well-" Ominis stumbled over the words, so Sebastian decided to help.

"Don't you need to cum too?" Sebastian was, admittedly, a bit concerned that perhaps the Keeper hadn't enjoyed that as much as he and Ominis had.

The Keeper blinked in confusion for a moment before huffing out a short laugh as they tucked away the vial. "Ah, right, forgot about that, it's fine I'm used to it, we can talk first."

Notes:

You can also view it in HD for free on my Patreon page!

(This art is from like, a year ago when I still hadn't quite figured out how to draw Ominis' hair right, so forgive the attempt xD)

I'm not gonna lie, when I started writing this, I was thinking that Ominis was going to be a soft bottom but Sebastian ended up being the bottom this round haha

Don't look at me, the characters do whatever they want to do, all I do is write it down xD

Anyway, hope that the porn was good x3 and sorry for the cliffhanger!

As you can probably tell, the next chapter is going to be pretty dark and heavy, brace yourself for it-

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animeyanderelover · 2 years ago

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Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, NSFW, slight dacryphilia, overstimulation, orgasm denial, bondage, blowjob, corruption kink, voyeurism, masturbation, slight breeding kink, afab reader

Nsfw Hc's

🤺If his darling has been together with Charles long enough, past the courting phase and already in an established relationship, whether it was forced or not they already know that despite the gentlemanly act the butler can put on, he's just a little menace. He loves teasing the daylight out of his s/o and annoys them at times with the goal to make them angry, he likes flaring up their temper at times since it's adorable in his opinion. Sex during this time is still reserved for after marriage but whilst Charles might stick to the norm of his times, he surely likes to rile his darling up before they're officially his spouse. Trailing kisses along your neck and collarbone and hands roaming over your body, squeezing your breasts, your ass or petting your clothed sex. Lips smashing hungrily against yours and grinning into the kiss when he can feel how you start to rub against him, arousal taking over only for him to pull back and flash you an innocent smile.

🤺He has a bit of an corruption kink, especially if his darling wants to wait until marriage so there's this thrill of attempting to break their determination and go against the common norm. Whether he succeeds or not isn't as important though as Charles knows that he'll have you sooner or later. If you manage to resist, he'll be left with more appreciation of your willpower and if you end up crumbling and he takes you before your vows, he'll get a good time out of it and can rub it under your nose for a long time. Either result would satisfy him somehow. The corruption kink stays with Charles though as he views ordinary sex as quite boring all the time and so he constantly ends up coaxing his darling into new stuff, for the time period he lives in he's rather kinky. If you're hesitant, shy or embarrassed about his suggestions it'll only spur him on more. He's a tad bit sadistic in a way as your humiliation during sex does turn him on as long as he doesn't physically harm you.

🤺Something about the way your eyes tear up when you're submitted to his relentless teasing that can definitely hit a sensitive spot excites Charles. He knows that he's quite mean to you but that humiliated expression, the way you try to turn your head around to avoid his gaze, how you try your best to hold your tears back all whilst crumbling under him and the pleasure he provides you with has his heart swelling with warmth. Only for him will you feel those emotions and make those expressions, only for him will you shed such tears. Aren't you just lovely for him? Charles is in most cases trying to be considerate though and makes sure that despite all the things he puts you through, you always end up as a pleased, sweaty and exhausted mess in his arms. Charles has a good amount of stamina, he can go on for quite a lot of rounds. Even if you're on the brink of exhaustion, he'll force you through a few more rounds, lightly slapping you to keep you conscious. He needs you awake, otherwise it wouldn't be as enjoyable for him after all.

🤺If you're being a bit of a brat or he's left with a feeling of jealousy that bothers him more than he'd like to admit, he lets out all of his pent-up frustrations and emotions during sex. Hungry lips crashing against yours, biting down harshly to the point it's painful to guarantee that you'll have troubles hiding all the love marks you're going to have and almost poisonous words reminding you that you're his spouse, his darling and that he's the only one who can reduce you to nothing more than a horny and desperate mess. He's denying you relief again and again, very familiar by now with the way you tighten around him or how your body responds when you're close to snapping only to slow down or pull away completely to the point where you really start crying and feel his hands wiping away your tears, cooing over your condition. Do you want to come that much? Beg then. Beg like the desperate, little thing he knows you are for him and he promises that he will help you reaching your sweet release. Give him the pleasure of proving him right by throwing your pride out of the way and begging for his cock.

🤺Charles is quite fond of your breasts and your ass as he loves squeezing them so you're always positioned in a way he can have a good view of those body parts of yours, touch them and play around with them as much as he wants. Something else he quite enjoys doing with you is the act of bondage, leaving you helpless to his advances. He has fine taste so only the finest fabric will do for him although that doesn't make the act itself any less lewd. Seeing you tied up like a present for him, completely naked and vulnerable is such a breathtaking sight to behold. Hearing your complaints as you're restricted by the material, your skin only burning slightly when the fabric rubs against it, and are left to have to plead Charles to stop teasing you on purpose is utterly precious to the man. Perhaps he gets a bit too excited when you realize that he has quite the collection of fabric in different colors and with different pattern, all solely for this purpose.

🤺As the Queen's butler, Charles is often very busy and doesn't have the most time for you, something you might secretly enjoy since it allows you to have a break from the man. Obviously he's loyal to the Queen and fulfills all of his duties but he can feel stressed or even annoyed and frustrated with the tasks at hand and the morons he has to act all nice and elegant with. In between his entire schedule, the butler loves to take you for a quick round or just have you sucking him off to release some pressure and put him in a better mood. His missions demand from him at times to leave for a longer period of time so the day before he has to leave, you know at one point what he'll end up doing. Devouring as much of you, committing as much of you into his memory as he can for the time he'll be away from you. You're always left with hickies everywhere after so you don't end up forgetting him during his absence. As soon as he returns, he pretends to want to make up for all the days he was gone whilst really just primarily rewarding himself for completing his job and having his darling back.

🤺He enjoys the act of voyeurism quite a lot too. When he walks in on you pleasing yourself, he just takes a seat and encourages you to go on, grey eyes watching you hungrily and twinkling with mischief when he sees your embarrassed expression as he starts stroking his own hardening erection whilst watching you rubbing yourself furiously, fingers soaked in your juices. It's shortly after you've reached your height that he abruptly stands up, crawls to you on the bed and spreads your legs, his breath fawning over your sensitive pussy before his tongue enters your wet pussy, lapping up your arousal and coercing you to clamp down a second time around his tongue, sullying his face in your release. When he looks up at you and flashes you a smirk, you know that he's far from done though, especially when your eyes land on the bulge in his pants.

🤺The butler is awfully shameless at times, counting for example the times he gifted you lingerie he wanted you to wear for him or the casual way he touches you or whispers at times in public something in your ear, leaving you alone trying to hide the embarrassment and potential arousal. As someone with a high position, Charles is expected to have an heir in the next few years. A topic that never did interest him too much before but with passing time into the marriage, he starts warming up to the idea of raising a child or two with you. He's sure that you'd look quite adorable with a swollen belly carrying his child.

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere charles #yandere charles grey

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loving-delusions · 1 year ago

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it was just supposed to be a warm up,,, how did it end up like this lmao

also correction evil lunar wasn't the only one left in his dimension lol he mentioned having 200 something ppl still around

deets under the cut because i dont wanna take up much space rambling endlessly

basic explanation uhmm

these are the two lunars from different dimensions that got shown in the Sun and Moon Show :3

i actually have a headcannon that the people that use the star ends up having a mark of the star somewhere on their body

lunar doesnt look like he's melting in these because. unlike the currently dead eclipse we have. he actually used the star and didnt need to store all of it in his body. he has a way to keep it from overhwleming his body ((death and destruction rrraaahh))

and i also have an additional thing related to where the star is located, because i think that's where they 'change', yknow...?????

Eclipse has it on his chest, hence his change of heart

because in my little itty bitty head i think he does end up feeling bad about shit once the star has taken root on him

but his pride kinda got in the way?? and he didn't admit to his fault quick enough so he just up and died lmao, i dont know, just pretend this makes sense

Lunar has it on his head or forehead or wtv, which is like changing how he acts, in a way

he kind of loses himself, like he doesn't hold back on what he wants to do and just crosses the line on where his morals are

i mean yeah, he's one chaotic sonofabitch

but with the star he disregards almost everything just to cater to his own wants with the star just corrupting shit in his head and changing him

Sun and Moon have the mark on their hands

i dont wanna mention which hands because i forgot which of them prefers whichever hand... but it's in their preferred hands to use when writing, because ambidextrous shit

i haven't thought about these two in using the star much

but i did notice they do a lot of.. physical work?

like sun cleans the play area a shit ton, and moon tinkers with his machine and tech. both are a way for them to try and get away from their own stress, i think

i dont have much ideas for them yet but imma think of a way lmao

Earth has the mark on her back

i dont know why. i dont have much idea about her

it started as some joke abt me saying she's the sole backbone of the celestials' familial relationship but i think i just predicted that because she actually is turning out to be that

girly is breaking her back trying to fix shit

but yeah i only have the location and a vague idea/explanation why that's the location

also if the star glows behind her it would cast light on her cloudy hair and itd look like a cool lunar eclipse

(( hehe.. lunar eclipse... get it? because she's with lunar))

((and sun (which is a star)—earth—moon is the positioning of a lunar eclipse— okay that's enough))

I don't know about Monty, but it's probably in his eye or replaced one of his eyes. imagine like a messed up scar the shape of a four-pointed star

at least he wouldn't need his glasses to have stars in his eyes now lmaoo

Headmaster Lunar

named him that bc Eclipse called him that in the episode once

i see him like some (:3) character that could definitely tell you're bullshitting him and doesn't appreciate your lies Not One Bit.

he'd make sure you get the consequences for bullshitting him

that's the vibe i get

and because of the headmaster title uhmmm... think of him like the chill professor/instructor that still does what he's supposed to, as long as you're not causing major trouble, yknow?

older of the two ((between him and evil lunar))

"Evil" Lunar

would fling you to the sun for funsies

i think he's close to Headmaster Lunar's age, but still younger

this is like HM's Lunar's edgy phase where he lets out all his frustrations and just fuck all and just destroys and incinerates people

do you think he plays god in that church of his, those that pray for their survival

he also mentioned being able to create people, which means at least a few of the 200 something people are actually some of his creation..

hm :3

ALSO!!! side rant

In the episode with Evil Lunar, it's said that it should be the same dimension that Gregory went to, even the computer said so

so it's a little weird that it's different to the one Gregory saw

I have a lil theory that Sun did land in the same dimension that Gregory did, but in a different time maybe..?

which kind of ties to what i mentioned about Evil lunar seeming to be a bit younger than HM Lunar :0

Because in Evil Lunar's setting, he's still in earth i think. the nuke bomb stuff from the government is still there, meaning humanity still existed or at least majority of humanity had not been gone for a long ass time

While in HM Lunar's setting, he mentioned making a platform far from earth to escape the wither storm that's consuming stuff

And! Evil Lunar mentioned being able to create people.

But could he create machines..?

Do you think after destroying most of the earth, he got bored of destroying things and just stuck with creating and just toned down his destructiveness? He created organic life, humans, and possibly created machines as well?

What im saying is that Evil Lunar probably recreated Eclipse after his whole world destruction thing, and then we now have Headmaster Lunar's current place in the timeline.

does this make sense. am i making sense to you. do you understand the words im saying.

So yeah.

Sun met the other Lunar's younger version, while Gregory met the older one :)

#rambles #i went whole matpat on there im sorry #At the end i mean #I just wanted to make sense of why Sun and Gregory didnt see the same Lunar when they were sent to that dimension..#GOD i wish i was this invested when we do thesis defense bro #i literally cant focus unless it's something that genuinely piques my interest #i could dissect and look at this little guy (lunar) under a microscope and i could just make a whole book about him #sams lunar #or is it laes #cuz yknow... lunar and earth show #sun and moon show lunar #still gonna use these tho bc a lot of my stuff have this tag #also these guys are technically part of the sams show bc earth hasn't been there yet i think lol #or maybe she is and i just forgor

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k1nky-fool · 1 year ago

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Truth of a Parallel

Part 1: The Parallel Identities

Masterlist

Miguel O’hara x OC: Elisa Hannen

Pairing: M/F

Per Chapter Rating: Mature

Warnings: Starting off strong, the same way I started Least Sane Moments, barely edited and proofread, hot off a bet that I wouldn’t make a character to fuck the large dad man, that I clearly lost. No beta, we die like my sleep schedule. This also starts up fast, so buckle up.

Taglist: @gatnalien, @sevikasstressball, @musicmansauxcord, @2downbad4dilfs, @its-paprika

-Miguel-

"Hey, uh, Miguel? You should check the network." Lyla caught his attention, along with the alert that popped up on all his screens. Someone had just jumped universes.

"Who is it?"

"We just barely caught where they were going. The signal was so faint, but they were heading to Universe 4167."

"Who's the local spider?" He asked.

"It's a spider-woman, the locals call her "Widow." She's definitely still masked in this universe. 4167 doesn't always have the best published opinions of her, but popular opinions are quite a bit different. She seems to be responsible, if not, just a little playful and taunting, so she's just your type." Lyla jabbed at him.

"We've already run into twelve different Widows, so what's a thirteenth?"

"This one seems to be a little more spunky than you're used to." Lyla warned.

Miguel opened the portal and shrugged her off. It was a spider-woman called Widow, and she was masked, so he had no idea what she looked like off duty, but her spider suit was black with a silver spider on her chest with legs that ran down her body and over her shoulders and back.

The published news didn't like her which meant the police probably didn't like her. But the popular opinion was good, so she was dealing with either widely known corruption, particularly nasty enemies and had to use excessive force, or she was just that vicious of a vigilante.

4167 was a dark looking universe. This was clearly New York, like most spider people he's met, but either it was always like this, or it had just been a particularly rainy week and the overcast still hung over the city. Every colored light had a bright contrast against the concrete scene, but they all shined off the pavement like silver.

Miguel would have to either find this Widow, or he'd know when his rogue cosmos traveler started kicking up some trouble.

"You hear anything, Lyla?"

"Widow's location is unknown, but a train was just derailed." Lyla pointed at a newsfeed on a billboard showing a train car that had been knocked off the track and was now hanging off the track bridge for dear life.

Miguel followed to the location and found that a Doctor Octopus was searching through the train for someone. He didn't have long until Widow herself was on the scene, which probably meant she was on the train, and he was looking for her in that train car.

Widow stuck her web to the building across the track and made a clean, high speed, dart into the train through the broken window. The Octopus was kicked out the other side of the train, breaking glass and blasting metal with her strength. He was lodged into the stone of the building he hit.

Miguel was left stunned at the maneuver. Either she had intense senses, or she was calculating physics on another level. Both not out of the ordinary for some spiders, but her mix of strength, grace, and precision were clearly marks of a spider-woman well within the prime of her spider career. She was experienced, and at the top of her game. She'd make a good addition to the team.

Widow put her foot down on his chest and webbed down all his mechanized arms so he couldn't move.

"Oscar, this is embarrassing. Really? You're looking for me on a train? With hundreds, neigh, thousands of people watching?" She asked like a mother scolding her kid.

"I needed your attention." He mumbled.

"Well, you got it! So what was so important that you absolutely had to destroy a whole train car and traumatize who knows how many people on a Sunday evening?"

"My equipment picked something up. Something has breached us from beyond this universe." He said. "I figured, since you have… experience, you might have a better chance dealing with this."

Experience?

Widow looked at him with a confused look. "What is it?"

"I'm not exactly sure, but I am sure that it's a person." He said. "He broke through a portal at my lab."

It's a rudimentary attempt at building a gateway across universes. Someone was just starting up, had an interesting experiment and is now probably stuck here.

Widow gave an accepting "hmm" as she stood. "And you couldn't have taken like, one hostage up the Empire building, told me the news, and then dropped them so I'd have to save them and you could get away?"

"I was just looking for you-"

"Yeah, well you found legal trouble, so you're getting arrested." Widow picked up his metal arms, one by one, wrapping them in her web until she could pry him out of the stone wall and drop him in front of all the cops that had gathered around. The fire trucks were able to start helping people out of the train, and Widow was off on her way.

Miguel began to follow her to hopefully catch up and explain the situation, but as soon as he thought he was getting close, she was gone. The street they were swinging along, was only filled with the sounds of the public below.

At least until a sharp pain in his ribs and jaw cracked through his bones and he was hurled into an unfinished office building, shattering the glass and hitting a stack of metal pipes that all hit the concrete with head-splitting clanging and ringing.

Widow had hit him with that same kick she used on the Octopus. Honestly, he was impressed that Oscar hadn't stopped breathing like he had.

She gave him a moment to gather his brain cells off the floor before she calmly walked through the window she'd broken. "No way you're what came through Oscar's portal."

"No." He tried to make his voice sound like that hadn't hurt at all, but her chuckle meant he probably failed. "I'm Spider-Man from Earth 928B. There's been a cosmic disturbance that's opened pathways for smart enough people to cross through universes."

At the very least she wasn't threatened by him anymore. "So you're the lone ranger, catching all the smart, bad-guys that figured out how to jump across universes?"

"I'm not the only one." He said. "But right now I'm here for whoever decided to pay you a visit here on Earth 4167."

"4167 huh?" She wondered. "And… do these different spider people have their own versions of the… people I've met."

"Some have similar friends and enemies." He said, "We really should find this guy."

"Just humor me, Spider-Man." She said calmly, stopping him in his tracks with a kind hand held up. "I can tell you're like me, but… have any of your spider people met aliens from their own universe, but not their world."

That was an odd question, but meeting new spiders was always weird. "I guess some have fought a couple aliens. Why?"

"I just like extraterrestrial threats." She joked and brushed him off. "Now, where's this invader?"

"No idea." Miguel admitted. "But based on what your friend Oscar said, I think they're here by accident. Sounds to me like he was running a test and the path of least resistance was through Oscar's gate at his lab. Do you know where it is?"

"I can find it." Widow shrugged and hopped right out the shattered window. Miguel followed her closely this time.

"How long is it gonna take for you to find his lab?" Miguel asked.

"I was gonna go screw with his girlfriend, because she definitely knows where it is, and I know where to find her." She said.

"Is she a civilian?" Miguel asked, somewhat concerned.

"No idea." Widow stuck to the side of the apartment building and began climbing until she found the window she was looking for by the fire escape.

This was the first window that Widow didn't immediately shatter. He didn't see what happened, but she got the window open with no problem, so it likely wasn't locked.

Now it also made sense with her general vibe. She was a stealth spider like Peter from 90214. Even looking directly at her shoes, he couldn't determine any sound coming from her steps. His were quiet, but still barely audible to his own senses. This spider-woman was completely erasing any evidence of her existence from the apartment.

Eventually she stopped and stood in the doorway, gesturing vaguely for him to stay put.

A woman made a very startled yelp sound from inside the room and now Miguel realizes that Widow is doing a little shadowy lurking move on her target.

"You know it's possible to just knock on my door, I'll let you in." The woman said.

"Sorry, I'm coming from a derailed train. I bet you don't want it to be public knowledge that you're regularly conspiring with a known vigilante." Widow pointed out. "By the way I brought a friend."

She stepped to the side and let Miguel step into view, only to be met with a wide eyed young woman letting out an alarmed "woah."

"He's a spider vigilante from a different universe. Apparently someone's crossed through Oscar's portal." Widow explained.

The woman's eyes were still on Miguel, but now she was much less shocked and more understanding. "So, how'd Elisa rope you into this?"

"He roped me into it!" Widow defended, taking the mask off her head in exasperation.

This was the first he was seeing of her face, and she wasn't at all like the other twelve Widows. Most of them were older than him, but at least four were just teenagers. Elisa was around twenty-five years old, her hair was cut at about her shoulder and was either naturally purple in this universe, or a good dye job. But what stood out, even in competition for attention with the scar on her pale cheek, were nearly startling yellow eyes.

The other woman nudged at him, pulling him out of getting hit with that suddenly. "Buddy, she's a whole different kind of trainwreck."

"Myra!" Elisa snapped.

"Anyway, nice to meet you. I'm Myra Jameson."

"MJ…" Miguel pieced together.

He forgot how strange that might look to her. "How'd you know I went by-"

"Can we find the damn lab already?!" Elisa interrupted.

MJ went silent, staring like she was about to smack the attitude out of her. “Which lab?”

“Oscar’s.” Miguel answered.

MJ nodded. “What was he doing?”

“He said he had equipment that activated to let something in, so it would have to be somewhere with a lot of space for that equipment.” Elisa figured.

“Not necessarily.” Miguel said, taking his watch off to show Elisa for a moment. “That’s my ride across universes. It also stops me from glitching while in other universes.”

“Do you really think he could have something this small?” Elisa asked, handing it back to him. “I don’t even know if cell phones are this small yet.”

Miguel knew universes had many different levels of advancement in technology, but just by looking around what he assumed was MJ’s apartment, either she was broke, or technology was still mostly if not entirely analog in this universe.

“I don’t know. it might still be slightly larger, but still portable.” Miguel said. “For this universe, I wouldn't be surprised if his equipment is more of a portable set up.”

“Is there any way to figure out where this guy came from?” MJ asked, making Miguel wonder.

“Maybe.” He said. “Lyla, is there any way to track anomalies in this universe?”

“Barely managed to scrape together a report on Widow from news coverage, you think I can track an anomaly here?” Lyla scoffed.

“What about radio chatter?” Miguel asked. “Anything about earthquake victims, or homes destroyed by anomalies.”

Lyla went quiet again, her small, holographic form giving him a strange look as she ran through radio chatter. “Congrats, you’re a lucky man, Miguel.” She deadpanned. “There’s a hotspot of strange glitches. The cops don’t know what to make of them.”

The location came up in his HUD. “Thanks, Lyla. Does this look familiar?” Miguel put the location up in the watch’s hologram. It was a shipping yard by the Hudson, and MJ seemed to know.

“Yeah, that’s where we met.” MJ confirmed.

“Great, let’s go.” Elisa pulled her mask back on and Miguel followed her. “Thank you, MJ.”

Elisa was quick to start swinging to the dock, and Miguel wasn’t having too much trouble keeping up.

“You get weird stuff like this in your universe?” Elisa asked.

“Most of the weird stuff in my universe comes from the spider people.” Miguel said.

“How many of us are there?”

“Infinite universes, infinite spider people.” Miguel said. “But we only have about a hundred in my universe at any time. Our total numbers are somewhere in the five hundreds.”

“You just recruited them?” she asked.

“If a spider has skills we can use, we tend to bring them in.” He said. “Impress me, and I’ll get you a watch of your own.”

Elisa chuckled. “Any chance a watch might tell me Miguel’s last name?” They stopped on a roof and her mask was giving him a teasing look since she caught Lyla calling him by name. He towered over her, but she wasn’t even stepping back at the invasion of personal space. “Or do I have to wait until you’re not so shy?”

“Miguel O’hara.” He introduced, letting his mask scan off his head.

She removed her own mask, and unceremoniously looked him up and down. “Elisa Hannen.”

A loud sound of twisting metal startled them both, but Elisa had her mask on before his had even scanned back on. The sound had thankfully just come from a very deformed and shipping container falling out of precarious balance on another twisted container. The source of this destruction was in one of the containers that had been completely blown open like a popped balloon as if it had been frozen half way through the explosion.

“Does this look like someone’s first steps into multiverse travel?” Elisa asked.

Miguel found the scorched remains of some kind of portal array. It looks like Oscar was already trying to build a gate, but someone had used it as an anchor to get theirs to connect to this universe. But it looks like Oscar’s equipment couldn’t handle the energy, and the explosion caused this disruption. “Yea, I know exactly what happened.”

The hologram set the scene before the explosion. Oscar noticed his array beginning to spark to life, and as the portal began sputtering to life, he was smart enough to get the hell out of dodge before something worse happened. The portal began to take form and Miguel knew that knowing who stepped through that portal would be vital to finding them.

As soon as Miguel recognized the holographic figure, his heart dropped.

Clara Kassidy.

She was a rare find in the AHP, and one of the worst to ever fight. And this one looked like a particularly intense opponent. Miguel turned to Elisa to tell her the bad news, but if Miguel was worried, then Elisa was horrified. She had taken off her mask to be able to breathe, and her eyes just scanned the hologram in an absent-minded movement.

“You know her?” Miguel figured.

“Not exactly.” Elisa’s voice struggled to sound strong as she slowly began to regain her breath. “You know where she came from?”

Miguel turned back to the hologram as it finished the scene with Clara noticing the portal ray was shaking and falling apart. She ran off before the explosion caused the wreckage that currently surrounded them.

“So… who is she?” Elisa asked.

If Elisa didn’t know who she was, then why was she so scared seeing her face?

Miguel took her back up to the roof, out of view of any police that might be arriving on scene once they start investigating.

“Her name is Clara Kassidy. She’s an extremely rare variant of the host of the symbiote, Carnage.” Miguel began to explain, showing Elisa pictures and reports of the symbiote across the AHP. “In most universes, Carnage finds the serial killer, Cletus Kasady, which progresses to a canon event.”

“So what’s Clara’s deal?” Elisa asked.

“Clara Kassidy is simply a parallel identity to Cletus Kasady, but we have only ever come across two Claras.” Both of which shared universes with a Widow Spider-Woman. “Elisa, if there’s more than one Clara Kassidy on the loose in this universe right now, I need to know.”

“What makes her more dangerous than Cletus?” Elisa asked, not giving in to his questioning.

“She wasn’t just a serial killer.” Miguel said, “Clara was a very accomplished physicist. She used her status and accomplishments to deflect any suspicion that she was the serial killer prowling the streets at night, but she was using technological advancements she’d make to erase any evidence of her crimes. Because of the delay in the investigation, she was the suspected murderer of eighty-nine people. Eventually she gets caught, but when Carnage comes to Earth, it finds her in her maximum security prison, and it bonds with her, creating one of the most dangerous opponents any spider has ever faced. We know of two universes with a Clara Kassidy, but only one of them still has a spider.”

Elisa didn’t look any less scared. “There is a Clara Kassidy in my universe. She’s currently the head physicist at Oscorp because the last head physicist went insane and hooked his brain up to metal octopus arms.”

“Elisa, we have to get back up.” Miguel finally caved. He really didn’t think even the two of them could take on Carnage, especially if there were about to be two of them.

“Miguel, if what you’re saying is true, then she’s an active serial killer right now.” Elisa argued. “If that isn’t my problem, then you are definitely not my problem.”

“One of them doesn’t have Carnage, the other one does. I’d say the one with the spider-killing symbiote is a much bigger problem.” Miguel argued back.

“One of them is currently killing around eighty-nine people in my universe!”

“And the other will kill hundreds!” Miguel snapped with finality. Elisa stared at him like he should try again and speak to her correctly this time. “Look, we have a better shot at dealing with both of them if we go get backup.” he leveled with her, opening the portal back to his universe where they would have many more resources to figure this out.

Elisa let out a long breath. “Alright, fine. Let’s go.”

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x oc #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #oc: elisa hannen #miguel o'hara x elisa hannen #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse fanfic

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starryjeekies · 2 years ago

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Hi sweetie. May I request OT8 kinks for stray kids? Ty💙

a/n: hi. oops. i've been gone for quite some time. long story short I didn't have access to my medication for about 2 months and it didn't help my mental state at all. now I am back on them and will be starting off small with writing some blurbs and trying to finish my asks that I can actually create ideas for. this one is one that'll be easier for me to complete as I come back into the writing scene!

Bang Chan:

Cockwarming {receiving}

Orgasm Control {giving}

Praise {giving/receiving}

Chan was so easy to pick out some kinks for. I don't doubt this man loves cockwarming but in an "innocent" way. Like most people don't get it until you do it, but sometimes feeling full with your lover's dick inside you is comforting as hell and he would definitely offer it up for the first time before you start asking for it. The orgasm control would definitely come as a way for you to get the most pleasure out of your intimacy, him whispering, "Not yet, you can hold out a little longer, yeah?" and MAN would he dote on you while drilling you. He also loves it when you tell him how good he's making you feel, it'll probably make him fuck you harder if anything. STROKE HIS EGO CUZ HE WON'T!

Lee Know:

Thigh Riding {receiving}

Cuckolding

Edging {giving}

hhhhhhhhhh okay i have so many issues cuz it was hard to just narrow down three for him. This m a n has the prettiest thighs ever, he's got a lot of muscle. I don't doubt he would make you ride his thigh before you can ride his cock. And the cuckolding is definitely influenced by my Double Trouble fic, like he'd be so smug watching you get fucked by someone else, relishing in the new view he gets to see. Wouldn't be too often as it's gotta be someone you're both comfortable with but once you've found someone, phew. And Lino is a little shit so he would definitely edge you until you are sobbing with the whole purpose is to fuck you dumb.

Changbin:

Impact Play {giving}

Breath Play {giving}

Manhandling {giving}

This man is a dom. I take no criticism. I have no doubt in my mind that he loves to spank you, in the bedroom and outside. Outside the bedroom would be flirty, but inside the bedroom he aims to make marks. He also definitely has a kink with his strength/power so hence why breath play is on there. Obvi it would be with your consent and he wouldn't aim to hurt you by any means with it, just wanting control. And the manhandling i MEAN he would throw you over his shoulder, fuck you against a wall, bend you like a pretzel simply because he can and he wants to show you he can. He's gonna talk to you super sweetly while he handles you like a ragdoll.

Hyunjin:

Shibari/Bondage {giving/receiving}

Blindfolds {giving/receiving}

Exhibitionism

See I get like. super switch vibes from him. but still sub leaning so this was kinda hard. Shibari/Bondage is a no brainer though because if you're tied up, he would love to sketch you. In fact he would probably have a sketch book dedicated to the different patterns. If he's tied up then he would definitely be the perfect pillow prince. Blindfolds would be fun either way because of the anticipation; the thrill of not knowing what the other could do with a feather, a flogger, fingers, u g h. And I don't doubt that this man is secretly into showing off for others. If he moans too loudly in the dorms or someone sees you two sneak away in the company building, he likes to be risky and wouldn't honestly mind if he did get caught since he's already in the mood.

Han:

Corruption {receiving}

Breeding/Creampie {giving}

Roleplay {giving/receiving}

Here is where things started to get harder (haha puns). So I don't think Han is 100% sub by any means. Just inexperienced. If you take the ropes to show him the world of kinks and bdsm and sex, I think he would let you take the reigns. He would be down to try many things, even if he would be shy, but I guarantee 6 months down the line he will be just as kinky as you are. One of his favorite things he discovers is a breeding kink. The one thing he loves to mark you with is his cum. He's messy and will drool watching it pour out of your holes. Also to have a little fun would be roleplay! I think it would take him a minute to be serious and into the role but as we see in the SKZ shenanigans, he's a born actor.

Felix:

Cock Ring

Auralism {giving/receiving}

Toys {giving/receiving}

Tiny Felix. He looks so precious and cute and you just wanna pinch his freckled cheeks. I don't think he's not kinky, his are just a little more muted. For example, having the cock ring on for you when you ask him to so you can have a beautiful dick to ride or will put it on right before date night so he can dick you down into pleasure. He also probably has a think for your voice. Your moans, your praises, gasps, he will drink up everything. You can expect him to have really pretty moans and grunts too, deep grunts when he's dom and sweet moans when he's sub. Also, I expect him to have a plethora of toys to your disposal to use for yourself and him. Once a month, you two go shopping for a new on to try out on the next date night.

Seungmin:

Dacryphilia

Temperature Play {giving}

Humiliation {giving}

He's a huge brat. Huge tease. He is ready to push every and all buttons that you have. If you got 3 rounds and you're oversensitive, squirming, getting fucked dumb, and you start to cry from it being so good? You get that's going to drive him over the edge to his first orgasm of the night cuz this boy has wicked stamina. I think he would be a little bit more vanilla BUT one thing he likes to use is either wax or an ice cube. Dripping hot wax on your chest, seeing how it rises and falls with the heat, or the way you shiver when he drags an ice cube down your tummy. Oh and don't even get me started on the humiliation part of it. He's a tease, we know this. However I don't think the humiliation comes in until you're being close to fucked dumb, swallowing his cock, legs shaking from the orgasms you've had, he'll hit you with a "pretty little whore" and it's all over.

I.N:

Somnophilia {giving/receiving}

Pet Play {receiving}

Voyerism

Consent. Is. Key. So Jeongin would definitely ask for your permission to fuck you slowly and deeply while you slept. He would love to see your peaceful face twist up in pleasure, your dreams turning naughty. And he would encourage you to do the same, to use his cock for your own pleasure while he's sound asleep. The pet play, though, is something he saw on the internet once, suggested you try it, and he immediately fell for it. Seeing you with the cute ear and collar sets that he'll buy you every couple of months to see a new color on you, you being a good little baby and listening to him like a good pet should, makes him weak in the knees. Especially while you're in your pet gear, he loves to watch you. He wants you to play with yourself just for him and his eyes only. He doesn't like to share what's his (affectionately of course).

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Other things were going on at the same time. Houston had flooded, there were photographs of a care home in which several residents in wheelchairs, elderly black women, were up to their chests in dirty brown water. The President was on it, he was using a full arsenal of exclamation marks. Kathy read a long essay on Ivanka and Jared, she was doing her duty as a citizen, keeping abreast of corruption. No one liked them, that was the gist. Who gave a fuck, Kathy thought, no one liked Putin, likeability was irrelevant, what mattered was whether you could make people numb enough to change all the laws, change the entire system, that was the game. Once you pardoned a corrupt sheriff who'd openly run 'concentration camps' for Latinos you were probably well on the way.

Numbness mattered, it was what the Nazis did, made people feel like things were moving too fast to stop and though unpleasant and eventually terrifying and appalling, were probably impossible to do anything about. She'd been reading a book by Philip Guston. On 23 October 1968, Guston had been in conversation with Morton Feldman at the New York Studio School. He'd been thinking a lot about the Holocaust, he said, especially the concentration camp Treblinka. It worked, the mass killing, he told Feldman, because the Nazis deliberately induced numbness on both sides, in the victims and also the tormentors. And yet a small group of prisoners had managed to escape. Imagine what a process it was to unnumb yourself, he said, to see it as it actually was. That's the only reason to be an artist: to escape, to bear witness to this.

Kathy dug it, even as she felt the numbness moving up her body. The speed of the news cycle, the hyper-acceleration of the story, she was hip to those pleasures, queasy as they were. People got used to them, they depended on the reliable shots of 10am and 3pm and 7pm outrage. Take right now, 27 August 2017. HISTORIC rainfall in Houston, and all over Texas, Trump had tweeted. Floods are unprecedented, and more rain coming. Spirit of the people is incredible. Thanks! I will also be going to a wonderful state, Missouri, that I won by a lot in 16. Dem C.M. is opposed to big tax cuts. Republican will win S! The next day there was a picture of him by the floods, arm and arm with Melania in serious spike heels, her blow-dry flawless. Grifters on a jolly. The man who owned the megachurch, the pastor, Kathy supposed, was getting a lot of flak for keeping his church closed. He was praying, but since people were pitching tents on roofs they felt understandably annoyed at the doors being locked on a potentially vast public sleeping space.

Was everyone getting more democratic, now things were starting to bite? Probably not, though Kathy had some small hopes. A local mattress retailer, called something like but not exactly Mattress Matty, had opened up his stores to the wet hungry and otherwise dispossessed. He was offering free mattresses, help people get back on their feet. Meanwhile Stephen Hawking had written a letter to the Telegraph explaining that Jeremy Junt was about to sell off the NHS to private corporations, even though he said he wasn't. This was beginning to seem like the end game of Brexit, especially after the Japanese non-deal, to get the country into such a dead end, an abject hole that the only thing to do was sell the public silver. If there was any public silver left—yes, Kathy thought, schools, parks, swimming pools, possibly railway tracks, the Royal Mail, definitely the NHS. The gold had gone, also electric power and other utilities, there'd been a series of pieces in the London Review of Books that she'd read carefully but now could barely recall beyond a slow stirring of nausea, the sense of the ground being parceled off beneath her. Last night a steam train had gone past on the tracks at the bottom of the garden, an unexpected visitation, its windows lit gold with old-fashioned lamps. There were people inside, in glowing chambers, and she opened the door to her study and stood in the evening air, watching them shunt by. The past was gone, if you posted a letter now it took three days to reach its destination, there were definitely unpleasant changes up ahead, less money, fewer elephants, one day for sure no water in the taps. Kathy hoped to be dead by then, but she'd prefer it if the mostly benevolent life she lived was shared equally by all people. A crane in the distance, the imperative to make it over, make it new.

Olivia Laing ֍ Crudo (2018)

#olivia laing #crudo #bookshelf #quotes #fav

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Not me imagining a world now where Nightmare dies over and over and over. If it were to ever occur in an universe, how would it affect Nightmare? How might it affect the balance as a whole?

Would the corruption slowly vanish, eventually revealing Pass!Nightmare beneath it all? Like- give Passive some ability to think a little more and take control if hes still there? Then if thats the case, it brings the question of can Passive's form even survive without the corruption? But then begs the question if Passive is even there at all.

Or maybe Passive is the first soul, the first apple Dream kills when his arrow goes through Nightmare's apple(and what if the remains of Passive was important to NM's entire existence in some way. What if its needed to keep his form together? Do his powers change and he has to relearn them all over(like maybe the way he absorbs negativity and inflicts others with it? Maybe its more slow, laggy, like its a reluctant child. Can he be labeled a guardian in a Check without an part of Passive being there? Where does that leave NM? )

What if with every death Nightmare is now slowly falling apart, struggling more to keep himself together. Every day slogging atop his paths, form constantly getting stuck between the tiles, one hand fused together more similar to the tentacles on his back. In the absent room where his papers are allocated, no one would find him with a mouth(unnecessary to put power into when hes alone, unless there's a lovely drink left next to his books). With every life lost, Nightmare's body is falling apart, becoming more similar to the amalgamations from the lab than an skeleton.

Now how does DREAM react to this? Was the first death accidental? Or purposeful. He wanted to make the universe better, or he was just exhausted. Will he be less careful with his shots knowing NM can die as much as a human? Or will he pull his arrows totry and not kill NM? And saying he goes through with trying to take down NM, goes on the aggressive, and isn't afraid to strike at the soul of his corrupted brother. Would he feel good about seeing Nightmare fall apart or would he cry himself to sleep(he definitely cries himself to sleep)?

You could go even further- what side effects occur within the multiverse? NM would probably get more aggressive, but with ever apple killed, theres technically less negativity. Theres emotions that could be changed so Dream could more easily spread positivity. If NM is weaker with ever apple taken, then it would slowly get easier to fight him(NM's still like a cockroach about dying though). One could say theres a chance the universe could be balanced again, just at the exchange of making his once-brother suffer(I headcannon that making the multiverse perfectly balanced between positivity and negativity is nigh impossible with so many of the positivity apples being gone. I like to think its possible, but fr poor Dream will never get to sleep even if monsters want to be good and lean towards positivity naturally).

And AAAA isn't that such a interesting moral dilemma? Dream dissociating from it. Refusing to call NM by his name, and keeps blaming NM's behavior on the corruption. Imagine he makes a(or another) grave for the memory of his lost brother so he can move on and help make the world a better place. Maybe they'd reach a truce call before NM dies(I don't think NM would let himself get close. The truce is to buy time I'd bet, and Dream knows it too. But its nice to not have to fight everyday, it gives Dream more time to scrub down all his weapons with bleach and longer rests on a couch). Just dealing with it day by day, at some point not counting how many tally marks are beneath the banner on his wall, just marking down another everytime he comes home with blood on his hands(because he'd be a fool to not at least keep track. He can't bring himself to ask Blue or Core to do that, then Ink would just forget).

Then how much of themselves would be lost in the process?! They're already traumatized to the stars and back, this adds another layer to it all. Could this be something they can heal from or might it only end in tragedy if Dream decision falls upon landing a bullseye in an apple for the next decade of his life? This is NOT going to end well for them ever lmao

Dream ate 1 golden apple that became his soul, Nightmare ate 999 black apples, now he has 999 souls

Yes, Nightmare has 999 lives like a spiteful angry lil cat

Me screaming about it on discord vhvjvjuv

#Sorry my brain exploded just a little bit #Had some silly words to share #Just had a thought that NM's soul has always been bigger than Dream's since the apple incident but with every death it gets smaller #This would be so funky to write and explore their emotions #Btw the cloth covering the tally marks Dream makes of NM's death is his sun cape </3 #NOITKOT talks #rb rb

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The Wulf's Eye: RP Journal #125 | Wellness & Balance

The last few days have been socially adventurous, and well-- spare for my hunt with 'Otosan'.

Scilla and I received such an abrupt call from Nish and Ranmaru recommending that we go to a venue they thought we would like. Supposedly it had good food, good drink, a bath house, and pretty rooms. It had been a while since Scilla and I had a date night, so we definitely took the chance to go that same day. It was lovely, and the owner was quite kind especially after knowing we were connected to Ranmaru and Nish. The room Scilla picked out was an eastern floral style, private bath.. ponds filled with koi and waterfalls. It was SO beautiful.

The following day I had a hunt planned with Inigo. We took on the 'Stampede' mark. A bunch of incredibly aggressive mammoths that hadn't let up on terrorizing the Qestir, so we set out for the Steppe. Hadn't been there since the Mogui incident, so it was.. refreshing to see a normal issue occuring within the Steppe instead of corrupt bastards possessing their bodies. I will say, I'm thankful that I decided to go in my wolf form because.. those damn mammoths crushed several bones in my damn body, given they kept calling for their bretheren to stomp us out. Though, we managed and now we have mammoth meat for all kinds of dishes, hide, and trinkets. Seems Pops and I get along the best on the field. I can get used to that.

Ironically, the following day we had time to recover and it was the Nightraid Network's volunteered Wellness Exams. Some friends and staff volunteered to help; Shai, Scilla, Natsume, Marce, Krysanthe, Chihiro. At first it was quiet, but then it got QUITE busy with patients to a point where everyone was occupied. Kenta and Scilla helped make some pre-made bentos for our patients to take for free alongside their exams. Lazurite hung out with me in the waiting room for the entire time, and it was nice to chat and have company whilst everyone else was busy for the most part. Though, he didn't get a checkup. Not that I'd push it, but maybe one day he will change his mind? I ended up playing the shamisen in the waiting room to occupy myself once Lazurite departed for the evening. It was moving to see a lot of people come to get their health checked.

To finish this journal off, more exciting news! I had the opportunity to meet up with a publishing company known as 'Torii Gates'. They were interested to hear and write to the public and their readers about the Nightraid Network's purpose, and my movement to educate the public about the co-existence of yokai within the Far East and outwards. I met with Xanatos and his partner Nyleith, and both were quite pleasant to chat with. They carried themselves well during the interview, and were quite curious themselves once I began to explain what the Spiritual Balance meant, and more information about yokai in general. They wanted to hear a bit about my lineage as well, and how I came to take up this purpose willingly. Both voiced adamancy about educating their readers with the preachings I've offered, as well as the recognition of the seminars I've held. Seems they both want to attend one of my seminars one of these days, which made me quite happy. We spoke about ah.. the book I've been slowly piecing together at my own pace. He said he'd immediately order a copy of it and let the public know more about my seminars.

Something to look forward to! For now I have a poison-obssessed hostage to deal with in our cells.

06.17.2023 - 06.22.2023

#wulf journals #wulf journal #ffxiv writing #ffxiv roleplay

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aris-ink · 2 years ago

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Please consider writing about Daddy Joon who adopted reader after her mother died and who forces her to sleep in the same bed as him and one night she wakes up to him force breeding her 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 doing his absolute best to make her a mommy 💛

no words fhdhshdfsd

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: forbidden romance, step!father au

warnings: mentions of death and violence (not towards the reader), some angst, soft corruption and manipulation, pseudo incest, daddy kink, somnophilia, dub con, hints of breeding kink, dirty talk, praise, creampie

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Namjoon tried his best to be a good father. He didn't get the chance to watch you grow up, and he was perfectly aware of the fact that you were a woman now. But deep down, in his heart, he still saw you as his little girl. You changed his life, marked him forever. All the unexplored and untouched nooks that twisted through his soul; your light went right into them, a gust of bone chilling wind, breaking through the cobwebs and dust, rattling him to the core. Awakening something so old and primitive from its sleep, it felt nearly sinister.

But it was perfectly fine, Namjoon figured. All little girls had a monster under their bed; it just so happened that yours protected you. Ironic, how it didn't even occur to him that perhaps what you needed protection from was him.

When your mother passed away, he took you in without a moment of hesitation. A lost baby bird that needed their wings nursed back to health. You didn't have to be looked after anymore, sure - but you still needed your daddy. All little girls needed their daddies. And Namjoon would have gladly went to hell and back to provide you anything your heart desired.

It was sweet, your friends thought; how close you were with your stepfather, how tight knit your bond was. Especially knowing you barely remembered your own father. His absence left a hole in your life that seemed impossible to fill before Namjoon started dating your mom.

But what would they say if they knew? If they knew how as soon as you moved in with him, he had you sleep in his bed? How he coaxed you and rocked you in his arms while he brushed your tears away? Weren't you too old for this?

"I'm worried about you, baby," he whispered, his hand burning hot on your knee. "I won't let you sleep alone."

You were opposed to the idea; but something in the way he spoke to you made your mind cloud, the low murmur of his voice filling it up like fog.

"Just lie down for me, sweetheart. Good girl. Don't cry."

He didn't really give you much of a choice; and you felt so warm and safe in his embrace, so loved. Still, a tiny pang of guilt stirred in your chest. Like you were doing something wrong. It definitely seemed wrong to feel every muscle of his body; in his chest against your back, in his arms as they enveloped you. The intimacy of it felt so... new. You've shared hugs before, but you never shared a bed, let alone cuddled in it.

You tried to ignore this train of thought, willing it to crash and crumble. Your cheeks warmed as he sighed against you, from the sheer embarrassment of your own paranoia. This was Namjoon, for god's sake; your mother's ex husband. He must have been suffering too. He must have felt lonely. But most of all, you knew how worried he could get about you. He had always been much more mindful than your mother, paying attention to your moods, asking you about your day, helping you with your homework. You drifted off with only him on your mind, surrounded by the scent of his cologne, the heat of his body entwined with yours. The comfort of it lulled you into the best sleep you've had in months.

After that, you slowly stopped rejecting the idea of sharing a bed with him. Namjoon held an important place in your heart for years. No wonder he'd be the one to keep it from falling to pieces. He was just looking after you.

Right?

Then why did that murky, uncomfortable feeling continue to unfurl in your chest? All logic was against it. And yet you couldn't help but pick up on the little things; how persuasive he was, how his hands wandered over your waist under the sheets. Why did it all bother you, when technically he wasn't doing anything wrong? Most importantly, you reminded yourself over and over again; you weren't doing anything wrong.

Though you might have been unaware of it, Namjoon could see how conflicted you were. He could also see the goosebumps on your skin as he caressed your back, your muscles tensing, suppressing shivers. Unfortunately, it didn't look like you'd give in so easily.

"Go to sleep, baby," he murmured, leaving a kiss on your head before turning to lie on his back. You just needed a little push. That was okay. All good fathers knew their little girls inside and out; and sometimes they had to do what was necessary for their greater good.

You breathed a sigh, nuzzling your cheek into the cool pillow.

"Goodnight, daddy."

Something in his lower stomach stirred. The affectionate title fell from your lips so quietly, like you were already on the verge of succumbing to your exhaustion, slipping right off the precipice and into its dark embrace.

He hasn't heard you call him that in weeks. He listened to your breathing even out, lifting himself up on one arm.

Fuck. He needed you. You needed him too, didn't you? Of course you did. He knew you did. That was what he told himself when he brushed your hair away from your neck, pressing his lips into its column. He covered every inch of it he could reach with butterfly kisses, ending the trail right below your ear. Unlike his lips, his hand was less gentle, squeezing your hip, like he was searching for a way to keep at least some semblance of self control. It was difficult when you felt so soft and warm beneath him. Even more so when he realized that for the first time, he was finally able to act out on his fantasies. For the first time, he had you in his bed, with no one to come in and interrupt you, no one to witness him sliding down your underwear, sticky from how he played with you. The excitement bordered on predatory, but what else could you expect with that thing you set free in somewhere in his soul, the darkness that broke through? It was all your doing. And Namjoon was all yours. The most sinful, immoral parts of him included.

Sinful they were, for no good father should ever touch his little girl the way he touched you, but how could he resist when you responded so well? Your nipples felt so hard under his tongue, the little twitch in your body enthralling. You were so easy to defile; so willing. Namjoon didn't think he's ever felt more in love.

The sight of his aching, fat cock lined up with your cunt was enough to make it drool. He was so hard every vein and ridge seemed to throb. You wanted this, didn't you? You just needed that one, little push. One push of his hips, and you'd wake up gasping from your needy, mortal dreams, only to awaken in heaven; his hand around your mouth, his thick cock filling you up to the brim.

It didn't take long. He pressed his weight into you, groaning as you startled, trashing under him.

"Shhhh, baby," he whispered, breathing harshly into your ear. "It's just me."

Your pussy clenched around him. Namjoon stilled inside you for a moment, holding back a grunt. He looked up at you, trying to force himself to slow his thrusts. The tears stuck in your eyelashes made his heart twist. He took his hand off your mouth, replacing it with his tongue instead, kissing you and trying to pour all his love into you.

He could feel your distress, feel the hot tears flowing down your cheeks.

"Don't cry, baby," he breathed as he pulled away from your mouth. "It's okay. You're so good for daddy."

"N-no," you stuttered out, your hands trembling as they pushed at his chest. "Get off me."

An unexpected, hard thrust had your back arching, a gasp leaving your throat.

"Get off you?"

There was a significant change to the tone of his voice; it was lower and dark now, his eyes stuck on yours as he continued to fuck you.

"That's not what this cute, little cunt is telling me, baby. You're squeezing me so tight."

His teeth gritted at the last word. You couldn't believe the soft moan that slipped past your lips, your body betraying your morals. Namjoon gripped your jaw, fingers digging into it, his cock making wet, obscene sounds as it split you open.

"Fuck," he growled. "You hear that? So wet. Good girl."

You didn't feel like a good girl. More tears threatened to spill from your eyes, and you quickly found yourself realizing you were helpless.

"Please, daddy!" You whined, still pushing at his chest, but your attempt at trying to make him see reason had the opposite effect. His cock only seemed to grow harder inside you - if that was possible - his balls slapping against you faster.

In one swift, rough motion, he turned your head to the side, plush lips pressing right into your ear.

"Do you want me to stop? Is that it? You want daddy to stop pounding your little pussy?" He dropped his voice down to a whisper. "Or is my little girl crying because she's ashamed of how depraved she is?"

The pressure of your hands pushing at his chest softened. You blinked a few times before burying your face in his neck, your arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders.

"Daddy-" you sobbed out, half pleasure, half pain.

Namjoon groaned, his hand slipping under your thigh.

"It's okay, baby... I love you. You're my good girl."

He pressed his lips into your shoulder, leaving kisses over your sweaty skin, his cock reaching deeper than you've ever been touched. He could tell from the way you gasped, trying so hard not to give in to him - and failing.

"Daddy's almost done, baby," he soothed. "Gonna fill you up so- oh-" his hips stuttered when your pussy clenched again. "Ohh fuck."

"Wait, you can't-" the words were abruptly cut off by his kiss, your protests turning into more incoherent, muffled moans.

A string of saliva connected your lips when he pulled away.

"Be a good girl," he groaned. "I can feel how much you want it. Want me to come inside you and make you all mine, huh?"

Your thighs tightened around him as his finger found your clit, slippery and throbbing.

"Want daddy to make you a mommy," he grunted, circling the sensitive bud in fast circles, desperate as he felt you clench. "Yeah? Want to be all fucking mine?" He was hanging on by threads, the filth spilling from his mouth turning into breathy moans when you started coming. He fucked you harder, letting you claw at his back, hot seed spilling deep into your tightening cunt. The sound of your loud whines only made him twitch more, his head spinning.

"Good fucking girl," he whimpered, stilling in between your legs.

He stayed inside you, unable to force himself away, his hands running up and down your arms soothingly.

"Baby," he whispered a moment, lifting his head.

You didn't shy away from his gaze, but more tears lingered beneath your lashes, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"I love you."

He pressed a kiss into your forehead, his thumb wiping your wet cheeks.

"Don't cry."

You struggled to reply verbally, instead choosing to hide within his embrace.

"It's okay," he reassured. "I promise. I got you."

You nodded into his neck.

"Good girl."

Namjoon knew he had to pull out eventually. He sighed again, dropping another kiss on your lips.

"Get some rest, baby."

A shudder went through you as he lifted himself up, dragging his cock out of your cunt, leaving behind nothing but a feeling of emptiness and his cum dribbling out of you. He almost shuddered too, his abdomen clenching at the sight.

"Good girl," he couldn't help repeating himself, his hand massaging the soft flesh of your thigh.

He wanted to fuck you again. The thought of overwhelming you stopped him, though. He knew just how much you could handle, and that was it for tonight. It was more than enough.

He lowered himself onto his side, wrapping both arms around your waist. This time, you didn't try to scooch away. You didn't try to get closer either, and he left it at that, the soft hum of post orgasmic bliss filling his body and tempting his lids to drop.

"Goodnight, daddy," you whispered, or sighed, he couldn't be sure, your voice so soft as it breached the sleepy, softened walls of his mind. His heart fluttered in his chest, fingertips brushing yours.

"Goodnight, baby."

He tried not to think about tomorrow. Tried not to get excited over the possibility of you getting pregnant; of finally being able to be a real family, the kind he could never imagine with anyone else.

How could Namjoon ever consider fate cruel? Meeting your mother has led him to meeting you, and in a twisted, tender way he loved the role he took on for you. He loved providing for you; he loved the authority that came with his title. And he loved you, so fucking much. Fate has been kind to him in all aspects so far; even sweeping your mother out of the way for him. He didn't have to lift a finger. Before she died, he had started thinking that she might need a little push, too. Down the stairs perhaps. But all is well that ends well, he supposed, and this ended as well as it could without him interfering.

Did he feel any grief at all? No. Why would he? The woman has been far too self absorbed, far too neglectful of you. She was became nothing but a burden; one he was glad to be rid of.

He knew that wasn't the case for you, however. You were too kind to think that way. He didn't mind, though. No matter what, he wouldn't let guilt eat you alive. It was the last promise he made to himself before falling asleep, his arms tightening around you. He'd fill you up with his love and his cum until you could think of nothing else, glowing and warm.

You were his little girl. He'd take his time; and he had all the time in the world.

#no words but also ily #yandere bts #namjoon x reader #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts reactions #bts smut

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Chapter 5 of Homework on the Moon!

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A robed limp body was tossed to the ground, the unconscious figure no longer useful. Red Hood had gotten all the information he needed from them, really all he could stomach anyways. The police were on their way to pick up these assholes, and since they were more or less nobodies, Red Hood knew there wasn't any possibility any of them could bribe any potential corrupted cops. He wasn't exactly a fan of the pigs messing with his area, but it was either that or let one of the other bats prance about on his turf. Speaking of which, he'd apparently received another request for an update from the Big Bat himself. It was about an hour ago, so he figured now would be a good time to tell him the Ghost King cult in his ugly corner of Gotham was dealt with.

- Cult in Crime Alley confirmed dealt with

He thought for a moment, then added a last little bit to keep the Bat off his ass.

- Non-lethally

Switching to rubber bullets was, in his eyes, less effective than just getting rid of the problems with real bullets, but they made Dick happy. And Bruce, he guessed. Not that it was really a problem, a gun was a gun and it got the job done. He gave one struggling half-conscious cultist one last kick as he made his way to the exit. Red Hood suddenly stopped as he heard a whimper, the voice seeming a lot younger than the cultists. His head whipped around, searching for the source.

The whimper seemed to echo about, but it was most localized in one area of the apartment that had been used as a base of operations for this cult. Still, it took busting down a few doors before Jason finally found the right one.

A young black-haired teenage girl sat alone in what looked like a giant birdcage covered with glowing green symbols, placed in the center of a giant rune-filled circle lined with a number of candles, each with a bright green flame flickering on their wicks. Red Hood moved in closer, trying to approach the girl when he was suddenly stopped by an invisible barrier. He kicked at the air, finding his boot bounced right off the area starting at the very end of the chalk markings. Annoyed, he aimed a gun right at one of the candles in hopes of knocking it over. The loud 'BANG' definitely scared the girl in the cage, but the rubber bullet did its job and knocked over the candle, somehow immediately putting the flame out. The green flames on all other candles suddenly went out, and the glowing green runes on the cage faded away. Red Hood attempted to walk through the space again, finding the barrier was now gone. Good.

The girl cowered away from him as he approached her cage, whimpering in the farthest point from the door. He immediately went to work trying to pick the lock, but for some reason it wasn't working. Was there a magical element to it? Would it be easier to just break the lock off? Was the lock just for decoration, and there was a different way to get her out of the cage? He tried the latch and-

... Aaaaaand it wasn't locked in the first place. Ok, that would do it. Maybe she stayed in the cage for her own protection? Or maybe the ominous spooky circle around them was what was actually locking the cage? It seemed a little much, but she probably was a meta or something. Or maybe he had interrupted her being sacrificed? Regardless, he opened up the cage. It was better to do that than just leave her to suffer here.

"It's ok, you're safe now," he said, offering his hand to the frightened teen. She pressed herself more against the bars on the opposite side, whimpering more as she tried to stay out of his reach. Jason sighed, taking his hand back.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm getting you out of here," he said, moving out of the path of the door to the cage. "I'm Red Hood. Do you have a name? Where do you live?" Still, she didn't answer.

A moment of realization suddenly passed over her face, perhaps recognition? Just as suddenly as the expression came, she simply phased through the bars and landed right on the hard floor with a thud, squeaking in surprise and pain. She quickly pushed herself away from the chalk markings in a panic. Red Hood quickly ran over to where she now sat baffled, worried she might be hurt. She was definitely a meta, he could tell that for sure.

"Are you ok?" he asked, stepping towards her cautiously. She seemed to switch suddenly from flight to fight as she realized she was no longer powerless to stop what was happening, and she lunged for him as a bright light briefly blinded him.

Gone were her sweatshirt, shorts, and sneakers, now replaced by a black and white costume with a midriff, her black hair and blue eyes changed to white hair and glowing green eyes as sharp teeth bit straight through his leather jacket, almost sinking entirely through his armor. Jason flailed lightly, recognizing perhaps she should be treated more like a feral cat than a scared child. Tried and true first step, showing her he wasn't a faceless monster.

He still wore a domino mask under the helmet, so taking it off wasn't going to right out the gate reveal his identity, but still removing the helmet allowed him to look less intimidating. The girl suddenly seemed to calm down a bit, gently removing her sharp teeth from his arm as she stared at Jason's face. After a moment of silence, the previously scared and angry girl seemed less scared and angry, but slightly more confused.

"You're liminal," she said, looking up at him cautiously.

"Sure," Red Hood agreed, not knowing what the hell that meant. "Little less scared now?"

"Just 'cus you're liminal doesn't mean I don't still think you're a cop," the girl spat, glaring suspiciously.

"Trust me kid, I'm the furthest thing from a cop," Jason explained, his expressions clearly showing a slightly sarcastic amusement. The girl didn't seem to be prepared for exaggerated expressions, and nearly cracked a smile.

"And that's supposed to comfort me?" she huffed, backing away from him and readying herself to attack again if needed.

"Fair point," he said, shrugging. "Would it help to remove the guns? It's the guns, isn't it."

"I'm not a fucking cop I swear to god, I'm not gonna hurt you, and I just want to help," Red Hood explained, not sure what else he could do to appear less threatening with what he had. "Feel safe enough to tell me your name and how you got here, so I can take you to the general location of your home?"

"Psh, like your dumb guns could really do anything to hurt me," the girl scoffed cockily.

Resisting the urge to point a gun at her to test that theory (damn reflexive 'aight bet' movement), he removed the guns from his holsters, ejected the magazines from both of them, and gently set the both of them on the floor while pointing them away from the both of them. Gun safety after all, even if they're not loaded you should treat them like they are. He then put his hands up and scooched a few feet away from the guns. The motion seemed comforting, but still to gain further trust he plucked the com ear piece from his ear and threw it at the open door. He'd deal with Barbra yelling at him about the feedback and delicate machinery later.

"Alright, cool, gross but cool, now do I seem harmless enough?" Red Hood asked tiredly, very much uncomfortable with the strangely Lazarus-green goop that now held him to the wall.

"Hmm, maybe I'd feel a bit more comfortable if youuuuu..." she started with a hint of sarcasm, putting her hand to her chin and tilting her head before suddenly outstretching a hand and shooting a strange green glowing substance at him, flinging him backwards into the wall and sticking him to it.

"AHA!" she cheered, pumping her fists into the air. "And Danny said I'd never be able to web-shoot like Spiderman! 'Can't mimic fictional heroes' my butt!"

"Well, it has been a while since I've seen another liminal," the girl hummed, thinking. "Ok, I'll bite. Metaphorically of course, since I already literally bit you and all."

"I know, I was there," Red Hood replied sarcastically.

"The name's Ellie," the girl finally said. "I was... kidnapped by these jerks, what with my association with the Ghost King. The new one, at least."

"You have connection to The Ghost King?" Red Hood asked.

"You the ghost cops or something?" Ellie narrowed her eyes suspiciously. She then burst out laughing at his dead tired expression. "Nah, I'm just kidding, Walker would never let a liminal work in the GZPD. He hates our existence."

"I'm starting to think 'liminal' might be a slur," Red Hood mumbled, his expression showing distaste.

"N... no it's not??" Ellie said, confused. "Are you... recently liminal? Do you have any idea what that means?"

"Not a singular clue," Red Hood sighed. "You could potentially explain all that in great detail to me once you explain to me what your relation to the Ghost King might be."

"No way man, you're a baby ghostie with a rank," Ellie cringed, pinching her nose dramatically and waving the air away from her. "Frankly? At this point I don't care who or what you're working with. Someone clearly hasn't told you the basics of ghost unlife, and I'm not about to let this freak of nature be left without its people, else it might go feral. First off- where have you been getting your ectoplasm? A sewer??"

"... My what?" Jason asked genuinely. "What's happening here."

"Oh boy, guess we're starting from square one," Ellie sighed. Damn her desire to help.

Monday finally came, and Monday went. No sign of the prince on the moon. Maybe he just didn't get much homework on Mondays? Batman at the very least got confirmation that one of the four remaining cults had been taken down, though Red Hood seemed to suggest about an hour later that he'd be out of commission for a while. That cult must've been worse than they thought if its members could hurt him so badly, he'd have to send someone to check on Jason as soon as possible if he wasn't returning to the manor. Maybe he'd risk angering him by showing up in person, just to make sure he's ok. He should bring a gift basket.

It was a pain to wait for the boy to need help with his homework again, Clark was tempted on a few occasions to outright tell Batman the kid's civilian name so they could find him and get it over with, but that would be rude. He'd just have to wait for the next day.

Tuesday came, and Superman searched for the teen. And there he was, doing his homework while facing the planet. Superman quickly flew over to meet up with the boy, excited to actually talk with him.

Danny's study session was interrupted by a pair of red boots floating down into his vision. He quickly looked up, then smiled and waved at the hero. Superman smiled back and waved in greeting, then gestured off into the distance. Confused, Danny glanced over to see if there was something on the moon the man was gesturing to that would be important for Danny to know about. He looked around to find absolutely nothing, not knowing what the man wanted. Superman got his attention again, gesturing up. Danny looked straight up, still confused. Superman tried one last time, going behind Danny and physically pointing his head towards what he wanted him to see. Danny looked at Earth for a few seconds, wondering if Superman wanted him to go to a specific location on Earth for some reason. Possibly for reasons of there being an actual atmosphere? And then he realized that in the path between here and the Earth was the Watchtower.

It was the first time Danny had ever actually noticed the giant satellite. It was amazing and beautiful, though very weirdly shaped. He had wondered so many times what it was like on the Watchtower, being surrounded by professional super heroes with the beauty of space just outside the window. Sure, he was on the actual moon right now, but that was different. That was cheating. Being in a ship though? Now that was amazing. A breathtaking feat of machinery launched into an even more breathtaking infinite void of endless beauty beat just flying up there on his own any day. It was kind of how it felt better to earn candy trick-or-treating than to just buy pounds and pounds of candy leftover at the store the day after Halloween.

Superman gestured to The Watchtower again, and Danny smiled and nodded, then wrote in his notebook "super cool". Superman's mind seemed to break for a second, then he dejectedly seemed to request the pencil and paper. The hero clearly hadn't considered simply writing what he wanted to communicate, though to be fair neither did Danny until just now. Danny handed the notebook and pencil over, then watched as Superman scribbled something down. His eyes suddenly widened as the Man of Steel flipped the notebook around, reading its contents:

'Do you want to go do homework in The Watchtower today?'

Yes. YES. YESYESYES A MILLION TIMES YES. Danny nodded as enthusiastically as a puppy that was just asked if it wanted to go on a walk. He quickly started haphazardly shoving his papers and such into his bookbag, an excited ghostly churr escaping his core audibly. He was so excited he was shaking. He was going into The Watchtower. HE WAS GOING TO DO HIS HOMEWORK IN THE WATCHTOWER!! HE COULD LOOK OUT AT SPACE THROUGH A BIG WINDOW!!! He wondered if Martian Manhunter would be in there? Would he get to meet Martian Manhunter??? Holy shit holy shit holy shiiiiiiiit!

Danny zipped up his backpack, the zipper getting briefly stuck a couple times due to his excited speed and jittery movement. Clark almost lost his held breath with a chuckle, amused by the extreme giddiness the boy possessed. The boy likely had never been around so many superheroes before, and now had the chance to go into their big Space Clubhouse. He'd have to admit, Clark kinda started getting giddy too from the energy this child seemed to generate. Once the backpack was all closed up and on Danny's back, Clark flew up and started leading Danny towards the distant structure. Danny flew close behind, even doing a few excited loop-de-loops as he flew.

A bay door opened for Superman and Phantom, allowing the two of them to enter. They landed carefully inside the airlock, the artificial gravity already taking hold as the doors closed. The room pressurized with air, and finally talking was a viable option.

"So! Ghost Prince, huh?" Superman said, apparently deciding that the first thing he should actually say to Danny was an introduction to a pretty big conversation disguised as smalltalk.

"Oh, yeah, forgot to mention that," Danny lied. He was so excited to tell his cool new backstory, but it was also SO difficult to make him seem believably non-giddy about his death and subsequent half-resurrection. "It's kinda complicated, but long story short I kinda sorta got adopted by The Ghost King after I sorta became his biological son, and now I'm a prince. Well, I mean, he wasn't King when that happened, but he is King now."

"... What?" Superman asked, expecting this conversation to go in a completely different direction.

"Anyways, do you know French?" Danny changed the subject, filled with nearly uncontainable glee at Superman's absolutely perfect reaction. "Because I'm taking French as my foreign language for regrettable reasons I'd rather not get into at the moment that definitely doesn't involve a now long-gone crush, and I do not get the conjugation. If you don't know French that's fine, I'm sure there might be another hero with not much to do that might be able to help, if that's cool. I've also got some Math I gotta work on, but I think I can figure it out if I've just got someone cheering me on from the sidelines. Unless you've got something you need to do at any time, my homework can wait for lives to be saved."

"I'm- I'm sorry can you please back that up to you 'becoming the biological son of The Ghost King'?" Clark asked, feeling like he was going to pop a blood vessel with the confusion that one statement was putting him through.

"Oh, yeah, but would it be cool for that to wait until after homework?" Danny said, not wanting to get too off topic yet. "I feel like if I start I'm gonna be here for hours, and I've got a book report I gotta start that's due Friday."

"Oh, right, of course," Superman said, trying to focus himself back on the task at hand. "I'll help you out, don't worry. Oh, though sometime into our little homework session, J'onn is going to want to get a full-body scan of you to see what's going on with your DNA, if that's fine by you-"

"J'onn as in Martian Manhunter?" Danny said excitedly, looking up at Superman with big green sparkling eyes. "Martian Manhunter's here? Today? Now?"

"You're a fan, I'd take it?" Superman chuckled, greatly entertained by the boy's bounciness.

"Do you think he'd sign my copy of 'Life on Mars'?" Danny asked, immediately taking off his backpack and rifling through it until he found the book in question. The look of excitement and wonder on his face was more adorable than anything else in this exact moment.

"I'm sure he'd love to," Superman smiled. "Fan of aliens I take it?"

"Yup!" Danny beamed, then realized. "Oh, I know you're an alien and everything, but, y'know, Mars just feels a little more… tangible? In my mind? Also he's clearly inhuman. Was that rude? Am I being rude?"

"Don't worry, you're not being rude as far as I can tell," Superman laughed, guiding Danny away. "It's honestly a nice change of pace to hear someone preferring the Martian over the Kryptonian. J'onn doesn't have enough fans."

Going through The Watchtower was a dream come true. With permission from Clark, Danny started taking pictures of the place and saving them for later so he could show his friends. He ended up also getting an autograph from Black Canary for someone named "Tucker", though the more interesting interaction seemed to happen when they came across Batman as they were sitting down to start Danny's homework.

"Oh! Mr Batman sir!" Danny exclaimed, quickly getting up and rushing over to the bat. "Two related questions, first one being are you on speaking terms with Poison Ivy?"

"Hn?" Batman hummed, looking down at the excited white-haired Ghost Prince. "She is one of my rogues."

"Yeah, but do you like, talk with her at any point nonviolently?" Danny clarified.

"… I'm not sure I understand what you're trying to ask me," Batman said carefully.

"Are you on good enough terms with Poison Ivy to ask her to give an autograph for a fan, or is it a 'kill on sight' kinda deal?" Danny asked. "Oh, that's the second question by the way. Can you get her autograph for me? Well actually it's for my friend Sam. Oh! And I have a completely different question after you answer the first two, if you can that is."

Batman silently stared at Danny with an unreadable expression for several seconds, seeming to lag.

"Oh, two completely unrelated questions," Danny added on. "No rush."

"… I believe I could ask Ivy," Batman finally answered. "I make no promises on that front."

"Ok, sweet, next question," Danny said, bouncing a bit. "My sister really wants to go to college at Gotham University, but she's worried about potential rogue attacks. Would it be possible to buff up security around the college to make sure no clowns cause any funny business on or around campus? The funny business in question being homicide." Every new word out of this kid's mouth brought Bruce closer and closer to a headache, which wasn't exactly something he wasn't used to, what with him being the father of at least six children.

"I'll see what I can do," he responded much quicker. "The extra security might end up attracting Joker's attention rather than protect against him though, maybe your sister could be given a panic button she could press if something goes wrong?" Danny was Ghost Royalty, so his sister had to be at the very least adjacent. He wasn't about to risk a potential political incident because his sister got attacked by one of his rogues in his city.

"Sounds like a plan!" Danny beamed, giving a thumbs up. "Last question, do you know French?"

"Fluently," Batman responded flatly.

"Do you have the time to help with my French homework?" Danny asked hopefully, but expecting a 'no'. "Superman doesn't know how to help with it in a way I can understand, and I'm really struggling."

"Sorry, I have somewhere to be," Batman apologized, "I can see if I can send someone up, though."

"That would be super helpful," Danny thanked before running back to his spot with The Boyscout. Batman went on his way, pulling up his coms to see who all was available. He was going to visit Jason today, and while he would very much like to help the Ghost Prince himself, his baby boy came first.

Superman had been reading up on math and history so he would be at least somewhat prepared, and he was more than willing to help out with a book report. Amazingly enough, what he had prepared for seemed to be perfect. All but the French, of course, but an inability to teach language was not exactly something he knew how to work with. However, in the middle of working on some forgotten science homework, the bat-tutor arrived very loudly and suddenly.

"Bonjour Prince Fantôme! Comment ça va?" the loud and excited voice of Nightwing boomed, startling Danny. "I heard down the bat-grapevine that a certain somebody needed some help with their Français?"

"Ah, one of three heroes from Gotham I know about," Danny said absentmindedly, lightly surprised.

"Oh?" Nightwing asked, grabbing a nearby chair and spinning it around so he could sit in it backwards, leaning his arms and chin on the top of the backrest. "I assume one is Batman?"

"The other is Robin, but don't expect me to know the differences between any of them," Danny admitted, shrugging. "I've heard there's been, like, eight of them."

"Only five, actually," Nightwing corrected. "Fun fact, I was the first!"

"Oh cool," Danny said, seeming only slightly interested. "Honestly, I just know one kinda died and the current one stabs people."

"Yeah, but the dead one got better and the stabby one is currently in the process of learning stabbing is not ok," Nightwing shrugged. "So! What's famous about me that lets you know who I am despite not being from the area?"

"You do acrobatic flips off rooftops in a tight leotard," Danny said flatly. "What do you think you're famous for?"

"Helping royalty with their French homework I'd hope?" Nightwing cooed, tilting his head playfully.

"Maaaaaayyybe the Watchtower isn't the most conducive place for focusing on homework," Superman sheepishly admitted.

"Noooo, it's so much easier when we can communicate!" Danny whined, looking up at Superman with big green puppy dog eyes. "And I like it up here! You can see space just out the window!"

"I literally found you on the moon," Superman smirked, raising a brow. "I'm pretty sure you could see space even better out there, y'know, in space."

"That's different," Danny scoffed. "You can fly, right? Ever been on a roller coaster?"

"I have," Superman nodded.

"Well, was it fun?" Danny asked. Superman thought for a bit, recalling his experience.

"... Yeah, it was fun," he agreed finally.

"You could absolutely fly in much crazier patterns than that, but it's honestly better when you gotta use the machinery to achieve that feeling," Danny explained. "Sure, I can just fly into space. But when I'm in a ship or satellite? Now that's the stuff. Makes me feel alive. Normal even."

"That's great and all, but French homework?" Nightwing reminded them. "While I'd love to listen to this all day, I do have other things I need to do today."

"Oh, right, sorry," Danny said, quickly digging through his bag for the folder containing his French.

Constantine was done with guessing. He was done with living in the dark about this terrifying being that called itself the New Ghost King. He was going to get answers even if he had to pry them from Clockwork himself, which was exactly what he was going to do.

The summoning requirements for something so powerful were quite grand, but it wasn't like it was his first time summoning a god. Hell, it wasn't even the first time he had summoned Clockwork specifically. He tended to avoid him anyways, Clockwork specifically always had something to say about the appearance about his 'core'.

The circle lit up as Constantine charged it, then glowed bright green as he stepped away from it to give the god plenty of space to appear. A dense fog filled the room, then the familiar figure made his appearance.

"Keep fracturing your core, John, and I might have to deal with it myself," Clockwork's voice said calmly, forming legs so to step closer instead of float ominously. He grabbed the man's face, turning it to inspect. "I know you've grown numb to the pain, but please. It's bleeding."

"Nice to see you too, Clockwork," Constantine said sarcastically, lightly pushing the god's hand away from his face. "You're supposed to stay in the circle."

"And you're supposed to not sell pieces of your soul to every demon you meet," Clockwork smirked. "You're going to rip apart very painfully when you die, I hope you know that."

"I didn't summon you here to mother me Clockwork, you know that very well," Constantine glared respectfully.

"Of course," Clockwork nodded, stepping back into the bounds of the circle. "You wish to know about my relation to The Ghost King?"

"What will you want in return for the information?" Constantine asked, ready to pull out a notebook and write down whatever inane request Clockwork had for him.

"Nothing, I am willing to share this knowledge for free," Clockwork explained, shifting into his older form, in the process losing his legs and turning back to the ghostly tail. Constantine gave him a suspicious look, but trusted he wouldn't lie.

"A long time ago, I came across a baby," Clockwork explained. "An infant barely able to understand what was happening, destined for hardship. I was initially tasked with dealing with the child, but in the process of trying to avoid a terrible future that threatened to destroy both my home and yours, I shattered the flow of time by interfering in order to save the child." Technically speaking, all of what Clockwork said was true. In ghost terms, Danny was an infant. He didn't understand what was happening at the time, he had been thrown into this existence by his half-death. And he was tasked with 'dealing with' the child, and the timeline was shattered. Hence his assignment to Danny.

"You... what," Constantine asked, horrified.

"Shattered the flow of time," Clockwork repeated happily. "I don't regret this decision at all. Now, when relating to The Ghost King and Phantom, I don't know what is going to happen in the future for them. I can in fact see the infinite possibilities of what might happen, but what will happen is entirely up to them! Frankly, it's exhilarating."

"You shattered time for a baby," Constantine whispered in horror, shaking.

"Oh no, I merely shattered its flow," Clockwork corrected. "If I had shattered time itself, I would be, well." He shifted into his toddler form, still smiling. "Shattered."

"You broke one of the things you are supposed to maintain on purpose so that you could save a baby?" Constantine asked carefully, horrified by the implications.

"Yes," Clockwork confirmed, nodding. "I then took charge of the infant, and trained him to be king. He is my ward, and I care about him as if he were my own. And Danny, I couldn't ask for a better grandson. He's so lively and chaotic, I've experienced three approximations of an aneurysm in the two years I have known him. I was not even aware I was physically capable of experiencing them! I've been stressed, worried, tired, panicked, angry- though not at the boy mind you-, each and every one of the strongest of mortal emotions all because of Danny and his antics! It's almost as if I am mortal myself! It's so exciting!"

Constantine stared in silent horror. The entire situation is so much worse than he thought. The New King had been raised since he was an infant to become King, the process of Clockwork taking him in involved shattering the flow of time, Danny's main claim to fame for Clockwork was his ability to stress out time, and worst of all, Clockwork was an adrenaline junkie and apparently an emotional masochist. He swallowed the lump in his throat, desperately needing a drink after all this was done.

"A-and the fact of The King and Phantom sharing a ghost voice...?" he managed to choke out.

"I was not present for the incident, which by technicality occurred outside my jurisdiction, and thus my vision," Clockwork shook his head solemnly. "The King had told me that he had found poor Daniel somewhere between your realm and mine, the portal he had been inside when it had activated ripping him and his core apart. He told me the boy was going to simply cease to be, and so he connected his core with the boy's in order to save him, thus making Danny's half death in part his own. Of course it is all hearsay, I reiterate that I was not physically present. The Infinite Realms by technicality is not necessarily connected to your flow of time, after all. 'Time' in a way does pass, but not 'time' as you or I know it."

"So, regarding their cores..." Constantine trailed off, further horrified by all implications occurring.

"The Ghost King and Phantom do in fact share a core," Clockwork explained, nodded. "Though at some point, you may hear another ghostly voice come from the lips of The King. After all, there is another way he has died." And with that, Clockwork vanished without being dismissed.

Constantine stared at the summoning circle as he fished out a flask from his pocket. He did not earn enough to deal with this bullshit.

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I used Google Translate for the tiny French part because despite taking French in school, I forgor.

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Danny was just relaxing doing his homework on the moon. (It was quiet and had minimal distractions. Perfect for studying). He didn’t expect to see anyone during his studying but after seeing movement out of the corner of his eye he went to check it out. To his surprise: Superman was just sitting on the moon looking down at earth. Chilling.

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