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look at me baby, dead in my eyes it's the end of our holiday, but it isn't goodbye carry me with you all of the time eat of me baby, skin to the bone body on body, until I'm all gone but I'm with you, inside
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#sweeney todd#mrs lovett#broadwayedit#sweenett#josh groban#annaleigh ashford#this set brought to you by the way annaleigh WINCES after 'that wouldn't be too painful would it?'#babby....babbygirlm#babygrl#im having a meltdown#anyway sexxxxxxxxy ass dip thank u as always for your captures riddle xoxo#if u think about it this chronicles the rise and fall of her being able to soothe sweeney with her touch#starts out just ghosting her hands over him; filled to the brim with want but not quite able to touch him yet#slowly she coaxes him and draws him out in wait; he's FULLY reciprocal by alp#he's slipping away from her a little by bts but she's able to pull him back to her just before she loses him again.#he recoils from her in life#but in death??? we're so back baby. and this time HE'S initiating. they're meeting as equals. very sexy thank u tommy kail#in case you all were wondering i am STILL HERE !!!!!!!! :D#otp: if you only knew#**
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Fictober23 Prompt: 20 - "This better be good."
Fandom: DPxDC
Rating: T
Warnings: -
A green Vortex swirled in front of them and Constantine held his breath. This was not like any of the summonses he usually did. He looked over his shoulder at the others present, wondering if he could somehow bullshit his way out of this. But one thing was clear, whatever he had summoned was not one of his demons.
The Vortex continued to swirl before them, slowly greenish smoke started to rise out of him. Then suddenly a melody started to echo around them and Constantine felt like face palming.
"Uh⊠isn't this the Melody of This is Halloween?" The Flash asked aloud, exchanging glances with the others present.
"Constantine." Great Bats was getting grumpy, the JL Dark member thought, refusing to turn around to face any of the heroes. Ignoring them might make them stop questioning what was happening with this summon. It wasn't like there were any pressing situations, forcing this summon in hopes to prevent whatever interdimensional war Trigon was about to start. No, they hadn't forced him out and away from the curse he had been working on. Not like there were other members of the JL Dark, Constantine clearly knew the big bad Bat liked to work more with than him.
Humming resounded from the vortex now too, clearly depicting the chorus of the well known Halloween song, and John's eye twitched. The fuck kinda demon spirit did he summon now? Was whatever he summoned making fun of him just because that being got summoned in October? The rising smoke started to move, taking on a shape that appeared more humanoid as the humming started to become clearer though it sounded like it was filtered through static as it still sounded somewhat distorted.
"Shadow is the one hiding under your bed, teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing green! Spectra is the one hiding under your stairs, fingers like snakes and spiders in her hair."
The voice echoed sounding like a mix of static and white noise but became clearer the more or the green smoke escaped from the vortex. None of them really knew what was going on and Constantine was cursing up a storm in his mind. What the hell was happening right now, he just wanted to get the Spirit of Balance to help them out with Trigon? They were supposed to symbolize balance, surely they would have the easiest time to fix that imbalance the demon was about to wreck across dimensions.
"In this zone we call home, everyone hails to the ghost-like song! In this zone, don't we love it now? Clockworks' waiting for the next surprise!" The smoke was twirling around and moving like they were picking something up from inside the vortex, its shape still smokey but slowly Constantine was able to make out certain shapes of the head and arms as the voice continued to hum and then sing the static was more and more receding.
"Freakshow is the clown with the thermos to his face, sucked up in a flash and gone without a trace. I am the who when you call, 'Who's there?'. Dani is the wind blowing through your hair. Dan is the shadow on the moon at night, Frighty filling your dreams to the brim with fright!" The voice was now very clear, no interference, the smoke had fully formed a human-like body and appeared to be a white haired teen boy, though John noted, his summon was turned with his back to them appearing not to notice him or the heroes in the room and holding⊠Was that a Halloween party garland?
"This is Halloween, this is Hallo- who the fuck are you guys?" Mid lyrics the kid appeared to have turned around his arms raised like he was going to hang the garland of cut out pumpkins on a wall. White green eyes stared at them before the summoned eyes went to the garland in his hands that were then quickly hidden behind the teens back.
"Spirit of balance-"
"It's Ancient actually."
The spirit, ancient, cut in and Constantine hurried to correct his mistake. "Ancient of balance, we are the Justice League and have summoned you to seek your helpâŠ" Constantine started his usual spiel, ignoring Green Lantern's mutter of if that kid really was the spirit of balance as well as the judging looks and burning glare he felt on his back from Batman. He was not going over with them again about the fact that demon, spirits, ghost and the likes can look like whatever the fuck they wanted.
"Okay, stop!" The summoned teen held up a hand before John could continue. "I was in the middle of an important Halloween themed stabilization party preparation! To finally celebrate Dan after Dani pestered him for months! So this better be good, to get in the way of my first fight free weekend in years!"
"A war with demons is about to start." Constantine's head whipped around to glare at Batman, does he need to hold another course of how to properly communicate with interdimensional beings?
"That's Demon Realm Issues, not Ghost related. Could you humans stop mixing us up? I am not even from the same dimension as them and we have enough troubles with them breaching the Ghost Zone borders every month!" The summoned teen arched an eyebrow at them, crossing his arms and bringing that damned Halloween garland back into view again. They clearly didn't want to be here and if Constantine knew anything about unwilling summons then one wrong world could screw them all over right now.
"Trigon is the one starting it." Batman added and once more the JL Dark member sent the Dark knight a seething glare. That hypocrite put him through a lecture about hero behavior and cautions before, John would return the favor once the crisis was handled.
"Trigon?" His head whipped around to look at the suddenly very interested ancient of balance floating over to Batman.
"What did that big toddler do now?" It appeared like the Ancient was talking to themselves more than them as he crossed his arms completely forgetting about the wall decoration in his hands as they tilted their head in thoughts and started to ignore them. They were mumbling something John couldn't hear, for once he wished Superman was around so he could tell them with his super hearing.
"I have no idea who you guys are but, fine! I will help but only because Dan mentioned wanting to fight that overgrown toddler again. That's going to be his stabilizing day present! He can't complain this way that I got him something lame."
Constantine was about to sigh a breath of relief until he noticed the Ancient of Balance opening a good damn vortex and pulling out a snarling, red glowing eyed and blue flamed haired spirit by the neck. He paled then realizing that the being of balance just pulled the Spirit er Ancient of Wrath into their dimension. John then also noticed what appeared to be a little girl hanging like a koala of Wrath's back and then remembered a passage in the summoning text of the Spirit of Balance, he apparently had carelessly ignored.
Summoning Balance, Wrath and Mischief always stuck together. Sweating heavily, Constntine ignored any and all looks sent his way, because he was sure he might have just doomed their Dimension or at least plunged them into chaos for the time being.
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Fucking your ex-boyfriendâs dad because he cheated on you..
Filthy smut
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ex-Bfd!price was a little surprised to see you at his door in the middle of the night not to mention the mascara running down your pretty little face. There you sat on the couch your hand on your lap as you explained to him how his son had cheated on her.
ex-Bfd!price didnât think twice when you asked him to fuck you.. having your body spread out on his bed as he kiss your body so gently trading every curve on you
âYeah Angel, let me hear this pretty little sounds..â she praised his fingers sliding in and out of your wet fold his mouth working at your nipples the feeling of this beard causing you to shiver.
Kissing down your body his head slipped in between your thighs his large hands gripping the the fat of your thighs as he let his tongue work on your pussy. Your were so wet god, he could stay down there for days having you shaking and stammering his name. He wanted to make sure you never forgot his name. He continued To eat you out your arousal all over his face as you came to another orgasm your thighs smothering him.
âGood girl, you wanna come for me again.â He spoke coming up from in between your legs his face getting close to yours his beard having a slight glistening to it form yourself. You nodded feeling his hand ghost over your sensitive pussy price gave her a light slap to the cunt causing you to yelp.
âCommon I wanna hear you Angel.â He said his lips kissing you softly before kissing down your neck setting himself between your legs.
âMmmâ please fuck me John.â You whined price grabbed your face harshly making you look as him.
âSay my name baby common..â he groaned his cock twitching by how his name rolled of her tongue. That filthy fucking tongue.
Slapping her face lightly he mocked your cries out for his cock to fill you up. You where falling apart under him your body shaking In pleasure âlet me fuck you silly Angel say my name so you forget (exbf name)..â he cood his hand moving your hair out of your face.
So he did your legs over his shoulder as he bullied your cunt, you cried out his name with every thrust. Lifting himself up he keep your knees to your chest thrusting into you harshly by then you had started babbling he had fucked your silly. And amused smirk and price watched your tits bounce with every thrust.
âAtta girl, takinâ me so well huh.â Price praise coming down to kiss your forehead, his hand resting on the back of your head is pace never changing.
âJoâJohn im-Iâm gonna cum.â You cried out in a fit of moans.
His forehead touching yours âcommon Angel cum fâ me.â He groaned reaching his high.
âPleaseâ please cum in me, I want youâ to fâ me..â you babbled. You were so cock drunk but price wasnât gonna give up the chance to fill your precious cunt up with his load.
Few more thrust and you both came together his thick load filling you up making you moan in the process you could feel him and hit thick seed fill you to the brim, he pulled out slowly watching his cum drip out of you.
âYeah, oh fuck yeah Angel~â he cuckled watching at the white liquid spilled out of your puffy cunt.
âTake a picture John.â You whispered leaning up on your elbow, he leand over grabbing his phone snapping a picture only the bottom half of your face your tongue sticking out teasingly. Yeah he was gonna keep that.
He sent it to his son the text with the picture saying âcant wait to see you for dinner tomorrow. I know I just enjoyed my dessert!đâ
Throwing his phone to the side he continued with you he wasnât done with you.
Not yet.
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[10.0 americano fiasco] BETTER THAN REVENGE !
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you would have thought that the campus walk ways would be empty considering the match that was about to start in less than fifteen minutes, everyone eager to get a good seat, but it's surprisingly crowded as you and hyunjin walk down the old, cobbled path.
"-and then changbin fell down smack on his ass. funniest thing that's ever happened during practice," hyunjin finishes his story, throwing his head back to laugh. "i wish we got that on camera."
the wind is cold, kissing your skin as it pushes back your hair, and you're slightly concerned at your friend's insistence to drink his iced americano despite the weather.
"you will never let him live it down, will you?"
"of course not!"
hyunjin's excitement is contagious, because you find yourself laughing along as he skips ahead, forcing you to take bigger steps too.
"sometimes i feel bad for him. but then i remember how he keeps stealing my protein powder!"
right. of course. every few days you are reminded your best friend is only a man whose brain is hard wired into thinking about two things - the gym and girls. specifically in that order.
"and-" here hyunjin stumbles over a crack on the ground, squealing a bit.
"careful or you're going to be the one falling on your ass."
he rolls his eyes playfully at your poke, correcting himself and removing the skip from his step before falling into line with you.
"anyways so-"
"hyunjin!"
you halt, turning back to see jeongin jogging down the path towards the pair of you.
"chan hyung said you should come back for some final strategy discussions!"
you hear your best friend groan beside you.
"we've discussed our plan a million times before!" he all but whines, stomping his leg like a toddler. "why does he want to go over it again?"
"not our choice, is it? the coach said we have to."
you pat hyunjin's arm as he slouches in defeat.
"it's fine hyune. i should probably go get a seat too or all the good ones will be taken."
"sure," he mumbles, spinning on one foot to sharply turn towards you. "bye-"
you see it happen in slow motion - hyunjin's mouth opening to finish his sentence when a large body collides into him from the back, sending the boy stumbling into you.
but you feel it before you see it - ice cold americano splashing all across the front of your white top, soaking the fabric and diffusing through it in a few seconds.
"sorry!"
you faintly hear a foreign voice apologize, their figure walking ahead without stopping to clearly notice the damage they had just caused.
"holy shit," jeongin whispers, wide eyes looking between you and hyunjin, who is also frozen in his spot, hand slapped across his mouth.
"that bitch."
the culprit is long gone, melting into the sea of people ahead, and you're still too scared to look down and see exactly how much of the drink had landed on you. but you can see hyunjin's now empty cup that had been filled nearly to the brim only a few seconds ago.
"yn-" hyunjin's voice is only a whisper, and from the horror painting his face you would have thought he had seen a ghost. "shit, i'm so sorry-"
"no time for that," jeongin interrupts, recovering first, and you turn to look at him. "hyunjin did you carry an extra t-shirt or sweatshirt with you?"
the boy shakes his head.
"just your luck," jeongin mutters as he shakes his head. "i have my spare jersey from last year. yn you can borrow that."
it's like a switch goes off in hyunjin's head as he stands straight, his horror slowly morphing into annoyance.
"that won't be necessary-"
"do you want her to freeze to death?"
"well obviously not-"
"then there's no time to waste."
"why can't we ask chan hyung or someone for their jersey? maybe-"
"i have my bag with me right now. do you want to go back to the lockers and explain to hyung what you were doing drinking an ice cold americano ten minutes before a match?"
hyunjin's mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, searching for something to say before he slumps in defeat.
"yn are you fine with this?"
you shrug. you really didn't have a choice.
you didn't want to agree seeing the miserable look on your best friend's face, but the drink was really starting to soak through the cloth and the cold it brought was not welcomed by your bones. you could feel the goose bumps lining your skin.
and so you find yourself accepting the jersey from jeongin, trying to reassure hyunjin it wasn't his fault. but the boy wouldn't even meet your eyes.
"thanks jeongin."
he flashes you a reassuring smile before pulling hyunjin and the two are on their way, leaving you to walk to the washrooms alone.
and it isn't until you're in one of the stalls that you really realize it's jeongin's jersey, and it has his name printed on it in big bold letters.
oh.
it's jeongin's jersey, and it smells like him - the same pepper and vanilla mix you had caught on to the at the party.
it's jeongin's jersey, and it falls around you perfectly, but it's nowhere near as nice as it would look on him - highlighting all those muscles you had felt that night.
it's jeongin's jersey, and you're wearing it at his game, something you once used to do for yeonjun.
it's jeongin's jersey, and-
shut up!
you have to physically slap yourself, shaking your head as the sting spreads across your skin.
something was wrong with you. this wasn't that big of a deal. he was just helping you out. he probably doesn't even care.
yeah. he doesn't even care. that's right. it's okay, you shouldn't be flustered about it either, you think, shoving your own top into your bag and marching out determinedly. you were not going to let yang jeongin and his nice smelling jersey cloud your thoughts.
you were here for hyunjin today. he would have your full attention. you were going to support him and then go for lunch without thinking about-
"for fucks sake watch where you're going!"
you yelp in surprise as you face plant into a hard body, stumbling back in shock. it really wasn't a good day for you.
"i'm so sorr-"
"yn?"
you freeze.
no way.
"what are you doing here?"
no fucking way.
"...yeonjun?"
he's right there. in front of you. hair slightly tousled from when you crashed into him and eyes wide as he stares at you.
"yeonjun what-"
he saves you from your rambling by stepping closer, eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"what are you doing?"
"is that yang jeongin's jersey?"
of course he noticed.
you want to turn right back around, dig your grave, and bury yourself alive.
"yn. are you fucking wearing jeongin's jersey right now?"
"no?"
you wish you were six feet under the ground.
"stop lying-"
"bye! gotta go!"
you push him aside, running down to occupy the first empty seat you see in the crowd of spectators, losing the boy somewhere at the back.
fuck. your. life.
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heyy i was just thinking and this one thing wont leave my mind. so its ghost x fem reader which is on her period and is like very emotional. for example shes making a tea and some water spills so she starts crying.
i dont know if ur taking requests but if not itâs okay!! <33
-so cute, I'm obsessed with softie ghost.
warnings: none just some good ole fluff
Youâre standing in the kitchen, arms braced against the counter as quiet sobs fill the air, the spilt tea from the mug pooling on the tile beneath your feet. Simon walks in, grocery bags in hand pulling the mask off his face,
âAlright so they didnât have the chocolates you wanted but I got-â he stops mid-sentence when he notices you, dropping the bags on the floor and crossing the room to stand beside you. âWhat happened love?â he presses a soft hand to your back whilst glancing around the kitchen, noticing the spill on the floor while you stand beside the shattered mug on the counter, immediately he turns his gaze to scan over your form, checking for any signs of injury. He brings a hand up to lightly hold your cheek, turning you to face him. Your eyes are puffy, your cheeks stained with tears as your messy hair falls around to frame your face.
âI just wanted some tea, I- the mug slipped,â you say through sniffles,Â
âSâalright doll,â he says, pulling you against him, flush with his chest as his arms come up to snake around your back, thumbs brushing lightly over the tense muscles.
âGod why canât anything ever just be easy,â you say, he responds with a light chuckle.
âCâmon love, letâs get you cleaned up.
He guides your body through your bedroom, hands only leaving you to turn the faucet on the bathtub. He prompts you to lift your arms so he can remove the large shirt covering you, placing light kisses over your bare skin before moving down to help you step out of your shorts, your hands moving to settle on his shoulders in an effort to steady yourself. Holding your hand he lets you step into the tub, settling yourself before leaving the room to grab some towels and a mug of tea for you. You sit in the warm water, arms hugging your knees to your chest as you feel the water rise and Simon settle behind you, pulling you into his broad chest.
Your head settles against his shoulder as he moves his hands to run through your hair, light scratching at your scalp. You feel yourself practically melt into him, turning your head to gaze up at him. He looks down at your face as a hand comes to cup your jaw, a smile pulling at his lips.
âThank youâ he responds only by placing a soft kiss on your forehead before settling his arms around your stomach, holding you to him. The two of you sit quietly, the silence only broken by Simonâs soft hums as he rests his cheek against your head. You feel yourself slowly nodding off to sleep in the warm comfort of his arms before he slowly makes his way out of the bath, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. He makes his way back over to you with a second towel, helping you out before lightly wrapping it around your body, leaning down to place another kiss, this time to your lips.
The two of you make your way to your bedroom, throwing on a pair of underwear and one of his shirts before settling yourself into the bed, feeling the mattress dip under his weight as he positioned himself beside you, tugging you close to him as you extend your arm over his chest, legs tangling between his.
âYou wanna watch a movie?â he asks, fingers threading through your hair.
A small mmm is all you answer as he reaches for the remote to turn on the television.
âWhich one lovie?â he says while flicking through the options.
âPride and Prejudiceâ you mumble, your face practically buried in his bare chest.
His chest rises with a small laugh, âalrightâ. Heâd never admit it out loud, but he loved watching so-called girly movies with you, he loved the way your face would light up when the couple finally got together, or how tears would brim your eyes during the emotional scenes. Hitting play on the movie, the two of you watch silently as his hands move down to brush light patterns over your skin, within 10 minutes you fall asleep, limbs clinging to him, as he nestles you closer into his chest, finding comfort in the steady rise and fall of your breath he falls asleep right next to you, movie long forgotten.
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Greedy
or âbeg for itâ pt 2
warnings: smut (18+ minors dni!), cursing, slight bondage?, degradation, slapping, spitting, masturbation (m), cumplay, unprotected p in v, fingering, dom matty
a/n: itâs quite a long one so buckle up! i feel slightly ashamed that my brain came up with this but oh well. enjoy!
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âplease- fuck!â she sobbed out, utterly exhausted as she tried to close her legs to stop the torture. he tutted at her, turning off the vibrator that he had placed on her clit and moving off the bed.
her head whipped up and looked at him, his back muscles tensing as he rooted around for something in the bottom of the wardrobe. âw-what are you doing?â
he turned back to face her with a smirk, holding a pair of silk ties in his hands. she gulped and his smirk widened as he took slow, deliberate steps towards her on the bed.
âwhat was the one thing i told you to do before we started?â he raised an eyebrow at her and she took a few deep breaths before whimpering.
âkeep my legs open.â she pouted and looked down, not able to stomach the fact that she had disappointed him. he grabbed her chin between his fingers and brought her gaze back to him.
he frowned at her and cocked his head to the side. âand what did you do?â
âi closed my legs,â she mumbled, tears brimming her eyes. she was deeply submissive at this point, all the orgasms he had given her had wiped her head of every thought that had nothing to do with him.
âyeah,â he hummed. he brought his hand down her body, brushing past her nipple and ghosting down her core, before grasping her ankles. ânow i have to tie them apart since you canât do as your told, stupid little slut.â
he tied each of her legs to the posts at the end of the bed, and she felt exposed under his hungry gaze.
his eyes darkened at the sight of her all spread out for him to use however he pleased. he took a deep breath and snuck a hand under his boxers to palm himself, giving him some relief. he closed his eyes in pleasure and tipped his head back, until she let out an utterly desperate moan.
he brought his eyes back to her face and cocked an eyebrow, âsomething wrong sweetheart?â
his eyes ran over her body, not quite sure where to focus on. her eyes that were filled with tears, her heaving chest and hardened nipples or her core that was all puffy and swollen from his actions in the last hour.
she whimpered again and he brought a hand down to harshly slap her thigh. âwords, brat.â
she blinked a few times, trying to make sense of the words in her brain before she even attempted to speak them.
âwant you to t-touch me,â she gazed up at him through doe eyes and fluttered her lashes, âplease daddy?â
he scoffed and took his hand out of his boxers, placing them on each of her thighs and sliding them up to her hips so he was leaning over her.
âsuch a greedy little slut,â he clenched his jaw and brought his fingers down to lazily rub at her clit. the pornographic-like moan she let out at the contact brought a slight smirk to his face. âiâve given you, what, 6 orgasms and you still want more? desperate little whore.â
she whined and writhed against the sheets, pulling against the ties, just wanting to touch him. âwant you to fuck me, please!â
âaw little princess wants me to fuck her?â he shook his head at her and moved off the bed to take his boxers off. his cock was rock hard and leaking precum and she let out a garbled moan at the sight of it.
âwell thatâs too bad princess,â he pressed kisses up her body, quickly sucking a nipple in his mouth, continuing his pecks before he stopped right next to her ear. âyou donât deserve it.â
she whined, displeased with his words but stopped when he placed a firm slap on her face. âenough of the whining, you donât deserve it and you know iâm right. not after the little stunt you pulled.â
he clenched his jaw and she sighed, knowing he was right, but that didnât mean she had to be happy about it.
ânow, youâre going to lay there and watch me, and if you move an inch or make the slightest noise, iâll get myself off and leave you there wet, needy and pathetic until youâve learnt your lesson, understand?â
she had to fight the urge to whine at the thought of him pleasuring himself and not being able to help, but she knew the reward afterwards for being good was far more worth it. reluctantly, she nodded.
âwords sweet girl.â
âi understand, sir.â
he smiled at her and pecked her lips lightly, âgood girl.â
the sweet act was gone as quickly as it appeared. his face hardened and he sat on his knees beside her, giving her a good view of the show he was going to put on. he wrapped a hand around his cock and sighed at the feeling. it didnât feel as good as it wouldâve if it was her pussy, but she didnât need to know that.
âfuck..â he groaned as his hand ran over his tip, collecting the precum and spreading it around his cock. he stroked himself in short, quick motions, desperate to reach his orgasm. he felt he had been teased enough after her relentless edging, and the sight of her cumming more times than he can remember brought him a lot closer to the edge than he cares to admit.
he brought his bottom lip between his teeth as he tugged at his cock, throwing his head back in bliss. âshit, âs so good, fuck!â
she, on the other hand, was not having a good time. she had to bite her lip so hard she could now taste blood so she wouldnât make a noise, while ignoring every instinct she had to try and reach out and touch him.
his movements quickened when he opened his eyes to look at her, smirking at her glassy eyes and pouting lips.
âoh sweet girl,â he mocked her, pouting condescendingly before being cut off by a moan at the feeling of his rapidly approaching orgasm. âiâm gonna paint that pretty face in my cum, shit-.â
despite her efforts, she whined at the thought of being covered in his cum like some sort of erotic masterpiece, and felt a rush of arousal through her core.
he smirked at the noise. âyeah, want me to cover you in my cum? course you do, just a dumb little fucktoy for me to use as i please, isnât that right baby?â
she nodded furiously, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out, awaiting his release.
he groaned and let his saliva drop from his mouth into hers, groaning at the look in her eyes. âhold it for me baby, donât swallow.â
she whined and furrowed her eyebrows, but relaxed when he angled his cock at her face, cursing under his breath. âfuck gonna cum- fuck fuck fuckkk!â
his orgasm hit and he came in white spurts, hitting her chest, her face and some getting in her mouth. he took a few deep breaths to calm himself before scooping some of his cum off her tits with his fingers and pushing them in her mouth.
âsuck.â she sucked his fingers diligently, moaning as she did so. he pulled his fingers from her mouth and wrapped a hand around her jaw. âswallow.â
she swallowed obediently, mewling at the taste. he groaned and crashed his lips onto hers, shoving his tongue into her mouth. he pulled away from her and positioned himself over her, lining his still hard cock at the opening of her pussy.
she whined and looked up at him with wide eyes, silently begging him to fuck her. he smirked and slammed into her, giving her no time to adjust to his size.
she screamed at the intrusion, pulling at the ties around her wrists and whining when she realized she still couldnât touch him. âplease sir, w-wanna touch you, fuck!-.â he smirked down at her and brought his fingers down to her clit and rubbed in rhythmic circles.
âi know you do princess,â he pouted at her mockingly. âcum for me and then iâll untie your wrists.â
she whimpered, but cumming for him wasnât gonna be an issue. sheâd been close to release since he started touching himself, and the way he was fucking her now was going to push her over the edge in no time.
the coil began to form in her stomach and she moaned, her muscles clenching around him.
âfuck, youâre so tight- you gonna cum for me sweet girl? yeah, drench my cock baby, such a little slut for me-.â
sheâs not sure what it was that threw her over the edge; if it was his dirty words, the way his cock was slamming into her repeatedly, or a combination of everything, but her orgasm crashed into her.
she arched her back and screamed, chanting his name over and over again repeatedly.
her legs twitched in the aftershocks of her orgasm, but his thrusts never stopped.
âmy good girl, fuck- made such a mess, dirty little slut-,â he reached up and untied her wrists, and she wasted no time wrapping them around his shoulders and digging her nails into his back, leaving red scratches in her wake.
âfuck matty-,â she closed her eyes and threw her head back, slowly starting to be overstimulated.
she looked up at him, in a way that she hoped came off as seductive, and whimpered in his ear. âwant you to cum for me daddy, please. iâve been so good, wanâ you to fill up my pussy.â
he groaned at her words and his hips stuttered, but he quickly regained his composure.
âyeah? this slutty little cunt is just begging to be filled huh? no matter how many orgasms i give you, youâll never be happy until youâre dripping with my cum will you? shit!â
his cock twitched inside her and she clenched her walls around him as best as she could, and he came with a cry of her name. he thrust into her a few more times before his cock softened, slowly pulling out of her.
his eyes snapped down to her core, where a stream of white liquid was slowly pouring out of her. he stifled a groan and pushed it back into her with two fingers, causing her to whine at the overstimulation. he looked up and cooed at her, slowing his fingers but not removing them.
âi know sweet girl, just have to make sure it stays where it belongs, we canât have any going to waste can we?â
she pouted, but nodded, sure that she would agree to anything he said in this state. his thumb accidentally rubbed her clit and she hissed, her eyes filling with tears and he withdrew his fingers.
âoh iâm sorry baby, âs too much is it?â
he stuck his fingers in her mouth and she sucked, moaning at the taste and he smiled at her.
âsuch a good girl, did so well for me.â
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Through The Shadows: Chapter 2 - Breaking Barriers
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader
Series Summary: A hunter's Journey through despair and recovery is guided by Dean Winchester's unwavering love, leading her to reclaim her strength, voice and hope for their shared future.
Chapter Summary: After Dean confronts Y/N in the kitchen, he realizes there is more than meets the eye.
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Dean Winchester slammed the door to his room, frustration bubbling over.
It had been a week since Y/N moved into the bunker, and she had been a ghost herself-quiet, distant and always slipping away when he entered a room. He couldn't make sense of it. Why did she act so differently around Sam, laughing and talking easily, but turn silent and withdrawn around him?
Dean paced the room before heading to the library where Sam was buried in research. "Hey Sammy," He began, irritation clear in his voice. "What's up with Y/N? She acts like I've got the plague or something."
Sam looked up from his book, his expression thoughtful. "Have you talked to her about it?"
Dean scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "Talked to her? How am I supposed to talk to someone who won't even look at me?"
Sam closed his book, giving Dean his full attention. "There's something you should know. She's not avoiding you because she doesn't like you. It's more complicated than that. But it's not my place to explain. You need to talk to her. Listen to her."
Dean frowned, Sam's words echoing in his mind. "Fine, I'll talk to her. But if this goes south, it's on you."
Dean found Y/N in the kitchen, quietly making a coffee. She didn't look up as he entered, her focus on her task. The sight made his chest tighten with a mix of irritation and something he couldn't quite name.
"Hey." He said, leaning against the counter, his tone sharper than intended.
"Y/N'S hands stilled, her eyes fixed on the countertop. "Hi." She replied softly, not meeting his gaze.
Dean took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm. "Can I ask you something."
Her breathing hitched and she nodded in response.
"Why are you always so cold towards me? You're fine with Sam, but you act like you can't stand to be in the same room with me."
Her face paled, her hands trembling slightly as she set down her coffee mug. "I'm not-" she started, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's not that. I-" She stuttered, clearly struggling to find the words.
Dean's frustration flared. "If you don't want to be around me, just say so." He snapped, turning to leave.
"I have a disorder!" She suddenly blurted out, her voice cracking in embarrassment and emotion.
Dean stopped in his tracks, turning back to her with a look of confusion. "What?"
Her eyes were filled with a mixture of fear and determination as she forced herself to speak. "I have severe anxiety and depression. It's not that I don't like you. It's just... hard for me to open up especially around someone like you. You're... Brave and strong and.... amazing at what you do." Her voice faltered on the last word, and she looked away, her face flushed.
Dean felt his own cheeks warm at her unexpected compliment. He took a hesitant step towards her, his anger evaporating. "I didn't know," he said quietly, his voice softening in understanding. "I thought... I thought you just didn't like me."
She hook her head, tears brimming in her eyes in embarrassment. "It's not that, I just get so anxious around you because you're intimidating, and.... because you've been kind of cold to me too."
Guilt washed over Dean as he looked back at his behaviour towards her. He had misread her completely, letting his own insecurities cloud his judgement. "I'm sorry." he said, his voice thick with regret. "I shouldn't have confronted you like this."
Y/N looked up at him, her eyes wide and vulnerable. "It's okay. I'm sorry for making you feel like I didn't like you."
Dean took a step closer, his hand reaching out instinctively to touch her arm. She flinched slightly and he pulled back, curising at himself for his insensitivity. "I didn't mean to scare you." He said softly, "I just... I didn't know."
Y/N nodded, her shoulders relaxing slightly. "I know, and I'm sorry too, for everything. If you want me to leave I can."
He met her gaze, his heart aching slightly at the raw honesty in her eyes. "You don't have to leave. I don't want you to leave," He said, his voice gentle. "Stay. We will figure this out together."
She gave him a nervous smile, the tension easing from her face. "Okay. I'll stay."
As they stood there, an understanding formed between them and Dean realized just how wrong he had been about her. And maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something better.
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Chapter 3 coming soon stay tuned!
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facing the gun.
pairing: cowboy!jason todd x reader
series summary: the sheriff of the mining town your farmhouse sat outside of, had never done a thing to help you, and when he went missing, well you didnât bat an eye. the town grappled with the loss and change while a stranger approached you for work, a black hat wearing rider on a pale horse, bringing violence and life to your lonely home.
warnings: lil angst, violence/death mention, jason n reader donât actually meet in this one (which i feel like i should disclaim)
a/n: ahh ive wanted to write this for a while and im so nervous about starting a series because i dont have the brain for them but!! hereâs hoping!! though this is just a prologue iâm hoping to have the first part out shortly <3 enjoy & feedback is always appreciated ! yeehaww
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prologue. â a stranger shows up in town after a widow leaves, and a quiet farmhouse encounters them both.
It had just been over two months, the mining town starting to come to terms with the fact the sheriff was long gone. Dead or alive didnât matterâjust gone. You could see it in his wifeâs eyes, glassy and cold. She moved around town like a ghost, reality setting in and eyes all watching her. It was no surprise she left in the middle of the night, her children loaded into a wagon with her husbandâs rifle to her right. You had been the only one to see her leave, sitting on your porch and keeping watch over your land.
She slowed her wagon once her gaze caught the light from your lantern. You squinted, trying discern their faces when you could only see three silhouettes against the deep blue night sky. She stopped at the mouth of your property, before carefully turning down the modest dirt path. It was lined with fenced in cattle on the left and an empty grass field to the right. Your brows pulled together as you watched the wagon move slow and carefully towards you. She stopped short of your lantern's reach, and got off her horse. You knew she could see the gun strewn across your lap, so you werenât exactly worried.
You were curious if anything.
âI never did believe my husband when he told me you sat out here like this.â She said, the light illuminating her sad face.
âHad to see it for yourself?â You asked, with a raised brow.
âMight as well, girls wanted to know too.â You let out a breathy chuckle at that.
âPardon me maâam, but I must say Iâm glad to know the sheriff did talk about me, even if he did nothing to help.â Her face didnât change, no anger for the slandering of her gone husband.
âHe used to be a good man. And Iâm sorry he didnât do more for you.â She sighed, sending you a wavering smile before turning back into the darkness.
âBe seeing you.â You called, with a wave of the hand, but she didnât respond. She stood in front of her horse for a minute before mounting and staring at you through the darkness.
âIf heâŠif he comes back, tell him Iâm going eastâto my family.â
And then you watched as they were once again into silhouettes in the distance, turning away from the only life they had known and disappearing into the wide world.
You sat outside till the sky started to lighten, an ocean blue instead of the drowning darkness it was hours before. You pushed yourself up, doing a lap of your wraparound porch before heading to bed. Exhaustion had already been pulling at the corners of your mind, and as you got into your bed the interaction with the sheriffâs wife repeated in your head. You dreamt of the moment on an endless loopâher sad eyes staring widely through you before the sound of her broken voice echoed and bled into that of her horse riding away and dragging the old wagon with it. It filled your ears till the point you woke up a few hours later with a jolt, the distant sound of horse shoes clopping hanging in your mind.
You fell back asleep almost instantly after your body calmed down, unaware of the lone rider who had just passed your farm, dawning a wide brimmed black hat and old bandana stained red and something violent. He was the devil who rode a pale horse accordingly, the white streak in the riderâs blacker than night hair opposed the dark grey markings against the white of his mare's forehead.
The pair slunk into the mining town as the sun started to warm the sky, exhaustion tumbling over him as his grip loosened around the reins. His fingers and wrists ached, joints overstressed and burning. He had been riding for a lifetime, just trying to get his furthest away from Gotham, from the life he had made and burned to the ground in the growing city. His only memories stuffed into his pack, and the horse that had been gifted to him by a man who was a father to a boy long dead.
âPut up a tombstone that reads Jason Peter Todd because he is dead from this moment on. To you and Gotham. I will never be back here, not as anyone you know at least old man.â
Jason thought of those words as he passed a farmhouse, sprawling fences with a barn in the distance. He could see a cat walking along one of the gates, keeping an eye over the cows it seemed. He clicked his tongue when he realized his horse had come to a stop at his staring. She picked up her pace again, trotting into the town that had started to awaken. Whispers filled the streets before he showed up, no one even seeming to care for the stranger trudging into the small inn and the weary horse lapping up water from the trough outside. Jason kept his hat on, but pulled his bandana off his face as he stepped inside. It was dark, one candle by the front illuminating the man working and the lone patron eating breakfast.
The keeper seemed to startle at the sight of Jason, who laughed to himself as he approached. âDonât see many customers this early, sir.â The innkeeper gruffed, earning a hum in acknowledgement. âNot too many passing through these days either.â He added, as Jason set down a handful of coins.
âDonât need a room for the night, just a few hours and a meal.â He explained, earning a weary glance from the man.
âWere not thaââ
âKind of establishment, I know. Iâll be leaving this evening.â Jason didnât add more, holding the manâs gaze. He had just said business was slow, refusing him would be idiotic.
âGet out.â The man apparently was an idiot, and it made Jason scoff. If only this man knew who he had just refusedâno. Jason pushed his anger aside, snatching up his coins before he turned on his heels. He wasnât going to haggle with a stupid man, and arguing only made men stupider. He tied his bandana back around his face as he reached the door, stopping with his hand on the handle.
âAny work nearby?â He asked no one in particular, earning a scoff from the innkeeper before he was interrupted by the man eating his breakfast.
âNowhere in town stranger, see the mines dried up sometime ago I hear. Some settlements deeper in the valley got work, railroad too, but thatâs down West.â He explained between bites.
âRotten work too.â He replied, earning a chuckle and nod from the bearded stranger, who finally met Jasonâs gaze. His eyes were tired, that glassy blue grey colour that seemed to see beyond time.
âAinât that the Godâs truth stranger!â He all, but hollered, suddenly livelierâyounger than he looked moments ago. âRotten is exactly what that work wasâworst time of my life on the tracks.â
âYouâve had your chat, now get going!â The innkeeper interjected suddenly, gearing up to shout more when the bearded stranger slammed his hand on the wooden tabletop.
âAyeâcut it out. You were stupid enough to deny this mans coin for a room, let him buy a meal and chat with me. I like him and Lord knows you need the money.â Jason couldnât stop the grin pulling at the corner of his lips as the innkeeper stammered for a response.
âF-fine, but youâre bothââ
âGetting out after this, we know. Now come take a seat stranger.â The man gestured to the seat across from him. Jason glanced sideways at the innkeeper who seemed scared more than anything. It made his smile fall as he joined the older stranger, taking off his black hat and placing it on the empty seat next to him. The worker vanished somewhere in the back while the two men sat in silence. Until, âArenât youâhuackââ He choked before continuing âgonâ tell me your name boy?â
âCall me boy againââ
âHey, hey. Stranger is it than.â The older man relented, coughing a few times into his shoulder before taking a swig of whatever swirled around his stained mug. âSo youâre looking for work?â
âAye.â
âYou picked the wrong stretch of land boâŠstranger, its dry and dead out here.â
âHow âbout that farmhouse, the one few miles outside the town.â
The man laughed, the innkeeper who placed a bowl of what Jason assumed was porridge joined in, both men nearly going blue with their wheezy chuckles. âYou would be a fool to take work there, it's where the mothers send their sons for farmhand training or a disciplining.â The innkeeper explained before wandering back to his post.
Jason eyed the man sitting across from him, prompting details with his silent gaze. âUsed to be run by a family, all, but one dead and gone. And lemme tell you, the one left is a real son of a bitch.â
âProbably ran the old sheriff outta townââ The keepers voice piped in from behind Jason.
âHeard they beat the crap outta some miner a year backââ
âThey got a temper like no otherââ
âMost of the town steers clear unless itâs for businessââ
âDamn hard worker though.â
Jason took in the menâs information, downing his food in a handful of spoonfuls before tossing a few coins onto the tabletop. It was more than the innkeeper deserved, but information was always worth paying for.
âGood day stranger.â The old man called from where he sat. Jason slipped his hat back on, about to pull his bandana over his face when the shimmer of the star tucked away under the old manâs coat caught his eye. It was a brief glimpse, but Jason could see the start of the word SHERIFF curved along the bottom of the manâs badge.
It made Jason chuckle, eyes dragging from the badge to the manâs face noticeably so. He grinned as he pushed the door open to venture to this seemingly infamous farmhouse, âAnd good day to youâŠdeputy.â
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#literally all the other parts will b jason n the reader interacting i promise yall#just gotta set the scene đđ€ #jason todd x reader#jason todd imagine#red hood x reader#red hood imagine#dc x reader#dc imagine#writing#facing the gun
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Unraveling
ectoberhaunt2023 day 18-unravel TW- character undeath Summary- Sam tries to figure out what's happening
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Sam wandered through the Forest. It was strange. She had seen people discover her body and carry it to town. She was probably lying in a hospital bed next to Danny, both of them stuck in comas.Â
The slightly transparent Danny next to her told her what the others, ghosts?, had told him.Â
This was an in-between place. Somewhere halfway between the Here and the Other. They were there to guard the Veil. That the Forest had chosen them. That they were meant to guard against the monsters and the Other that tried to come through. That they existed in the Realm Between Realms. They were what helped to make sure nothing left its own plane of existence. Sam had asked if the afterlife was on the other side, Danny had shrugged and said that the other spirits claimed that on the other side of the Veil there was a different world, a world with monsters that wanted to come through and devour this world.Â
Sam supposed it was like a faerie circle after all. Something meant to lead you to a different Realm, only they had gotten stuck between worlds.
All the other spirits looked like children too, though many were wearing old-fashioned clothes. They had been pretty accepting of her and Danny. Apparently being kind of dead made people more open to being friends with people who were otherwise very different.Â
But Sam could tell that the other spirits were uncomfortable. She heard them whispering about how this was the first time two spirits had been made within the same decade. That there must be something wrong for the Forest to need two new spirits.Â
Sam and Danny still hadnât seen any of the monsters that supposedly came through. The other spirits had described them as fearsome beasts and monsters. Though after much questioning, Sam finally got one to admit that they had only ever seen a clawed hand or a fanged snout before the Forest had pulled from their energy to strengthen the border enough that the beasts were pushed back.
That didnât sound like helping to defend the Veil. That sounded a lot more like they were all just batteries for this Forest.
And then, it got worse. Sam and Danny were over by the faerie circle when they saw Tucker approach. They both stiffened.Â
What was he doing out here?
No. No! Nonononononono!
Sam tried to stop him but Tucker just walked right through her. His eyes were glassy and she couldnât do anything as he stepped into the faerie circle and started screaming.Â
She covered her ears and felt Danny wrap his arms around her. Her eyes brimmed with tears. Why was this happening? First Danny, then her, then Tucker. What did this stupid Forest want? Who else would it take?
Tuckerâs body slumped to the ground.
As Tuckerâs spirit formed, all the others gathered close. Worried whispers filled the air.
Everything's unraveling. The forest is dying. Weâll all be dead soon. Something must be done. Something must be done.
Sam and Danny approached Tucker, and they all held each other tightly. At least they were together again.
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@cursedbcrn sent from đ * â  đŸđšđłđČ đ«đ¶đŸđ” đŽđŹđŽđ¶đčđ đłđšđ”đŹ.Â
đ„ â a memory you wish youâd forget.
His body hangs limp, supported by the chains that bind his hands which are connected to the ceiling through a metal plate. His legs are unable to support him anymore, only briefly brushing against the dirt ground and held standing by the unyielding force of the chains. It's been days since Balekin ordered a servant down in the Hollow Hall's dungeons, to bring him either fresh clothes or food, and Cardan can only assume that no one is coming any time soon. He figures as much, if the look of pure, raw fury that burnt into his eldest brother's face the last time he saw him was to be taken into any consideration â which also happened to be the same day he was stripped bare of his shirt, lashes until his back was bleeding and sore and then chained in the dungeons, locked away from anyone and anything that could provide him with any sorts of aid.
Not that any of the humans in this estate would help him. They were glamoured to obey Balekin's every command, glamoured to happily do so, wearing a face that closely resembled that to a person sleep walking. They weren't conscious, they weren't present enough to comprehend Cardan's pleas even if he begged for it â which he wouldn't. He is as stubborn as they come and if his brother decides that he wants to leave him to starve to death in those dehumanizing dungeons, then he will die with his chin held up high and with spite and hate written all over his sharp features.
Cardan wouldn't beg for help but that doesn't mean he would turn down a warm meal, a hot bath and a garafe of water right about now. Whilst pearls of sweat adorn his porcelain skin right beneath the golden circlet he wears under his black curls and run down his brow and cheek, his mouth feels dry, his tongue feels as if glued within his mouth and unable to even spit on the ground his brother must be walking on, on the ground above. He is both hot and cold; whereas he can see his breath ghosting out of his chapped lips, evidence enough of the winter outside, Cardan's body burns hot and the sweat, some new whilst some dry, feels icky across his torso and back. He figures he has a fever â that's the only logical explanation as to the tricks his body and mind start to play on him.
He wonders if his friends care he's gone. He wonders if Jude noticed his absence. He wonders if her eyes search the crowd of the students in the palace for him.
The last thought is horrifying enough to jerk him awake. Black eyes, adored around the irises with a ring of gold, blink once, twice, pulling back to the reality just in time for the bolted door leading to the dungeons to open, revealing Balekin and the human creature he has associated with his pain, Margaret. With a curt jerk of his head, Margaret carries a tray filled to the brim with towels, water and other medicine that he's too out of touch with the present to notice and with shift moves, the glamoured human disappears behind him, where he's unable to track her movements.
He feels the scorching pain of something touching the lashing shaped injuries on his back and he knows that Margaret is tending to them. In contrast to the other times that Balekin has ordered her to beat him, these lashes were made severe due to the newly equipped iron ends in the whip used to punish him â irons hurts the Folk, and he can't help but assume that Balekin had a particularly bright smile on his cruel face when he purchased that item. That, and the iron chains that currently bit into his wrists, the chains he could feel burning away on his skin. That, accompanied by the shift tapping with the clean towel on his back almost make Cardan wince, but he bites his tongue before any sound can come out, before his body can stiffen and jerk. He won't allow himself to appear small before Balekin's unblinking gaze. He won't allow himself to be weak.
Weakness is what got him in this place to begin with.
He assumes Margaret is finished tending to his wounds, for he can no longer feel the tapping of the towel on his back. For the first time since he has stepped into the dungeons, Balekin's black eyes leave those of Cardan to dart towards Margaret, whom he offers a curt nod. A weak frown plasters itself on the prince's face but before he can question it, a small gasp leaves his person as the chains give away and he finds himself kneeling before his eldest brother, tail and hands hanging limp by his body. Margaret joins his side soon after, but it is Balekin who speaks.
â Seven days and seven nights in the dungeons is a punishment fitting enough for the crime of you humiliating me and our House before the Court. â Cardan remembers the day; He lost to Jude Duarte, a mortal General Madoc had taken under his wig after murdering her parents when she was little older than an infant. He had taught her the ways of the sword and the strategies of the war, which she had fully embraced, unlike himself. Cardan despises swordsplay; he hates taking lives. He is a firm believer that whatever a sword can do, a poisonous tongue can do better. A poisonous tongue can break a person far beyond that of a sword. â You allowed yourself to be bested by a human. A nothing. What would father say if he was present to witness such a disgrace ? â
â I'm certain you're about to enlighten me, â Cardan whispers, his voice hoarse with unuse.
â In his eyes, you're the disappointment he has entrusted me to fix. He expects me to make you a proper prince. If he were to witness your humiliation today, he would never favour me as the heir to the Blood Crown. He would think I'm a disappointment too. â But of course, that's what it is all about. The Crown. Cardan can't help the barely there snort he makes, although he's certain that the way Balekin's eyes narrow upon his kneeling frame, he has definitely noticed. â Your childish behaviour has embarassed both of us enough as it has. Yield, and I will allow you to return to your rooms. I will tend to your wounds, and I will offer you delicacies and water. Yield. â
But it's not Balekin's eyes he is staring at anymore. The black irises have given way to a pair of fierce, chestnut brown that stare down at him with such a fire that Cardan is surprised he hasn't burnt down to a grisp, turned into one of the bonfires the Lower Courts assemble during one of their monstrous revels. Long, brown strands rain down upon him like beach waves and, as if afraid that this wouldn't be enough to suffocate him, a hand ( with the tip of a ring finger missing ) reaches to grab around his throat and yank, until he's on his knees before her. The sword she holds reflects the moon light in her eyes as its tip is moved right underneath his chin. â Yield, â Jude hisses. Cardan can recognise the seething hate burning away in her voice. â Surrender, or I'll tear you to shreds and I'll take down everything you love and hold dear with you. â
Better you experience the humiliation of being beaten by a creature who ought to be your inferior, Balekin's words ring in his eyes as he stares into Jude's eyes. And every time you think of how disgusting mortals areâwith their pocked skin and their decaying teeth and their fragile, little mindsâI want you to think of this moment, when you were lower than even that. And I want you to remember how you willingly submitted.
Oh my sweet nemesis, how I'm glad you've returned. â I yield. â Cardan breathes, closing his eyes. His voice is barely a whisper, drowning in everything that was Jude Duarte. â By you, I am forever undone. â
The next time he opens his eyes, Jude is gone. In her place stands a rather taken aback Balekin, but the shock doesn't last long. In fact, Cardan's not sure he hasn't imagined it there. His face has turned unreadable, but he holds true to his promise and waves for Margaret to follow him. â Take Prince Cardan back to his chambers. Bring him food and wine and anything else he desires. â
As Margarets helps him up and aids him upstairs, Cardan is still shaken by the ghost of those chestnut brown eyes. Eyes that he feels are still staring into his back as he carefully climbs the stairs to the upstair's parlor. Eyes he wishes to this day, that he can forget.
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Self-Rejection || Chapter 2 Execution
More expressions of disappointment, more offers to take care of his sister. (Who knew all he had to do to get help was kill somebody? ha.) Johann could only nod along, the tightness in his throat refusing to ease. Finally he turned to Emile, while stifling the flicker of the same old frustration. What would you like? What do you want? Whatâs your opinion? Questions wasted on the dead. And Johann had been as good as dead for a while now.
But, as always, the asker deserved an answer, some kind of closure. What would make Emile feel better about it? Orâ
A ghost of a grin crossed his face. âJust make a huge mess.â Representative of his usual style, or of himself as a person, or who knew? At least it was an answer.
Questions, condemnations, sympathy, and promises were all exchanged upon the condemnation of Johannâs guilt. 15 minutes flew past, filled to the brim with exchanged words and chatter. 15 minutes was not long enough to say goodbye, and it never would be. Truly you shouldnât have to say goodbye at all. At least, not for many years. Yet there you were, Miku Prime glancing at the clock on her phone, lips pursed. She snapped her fingers, and the Witch who had been walking in the now far distance away from the final goodbyes disappeared, only to reappear back at her podium within a few seconds. There would be no time to get back out of range now.
âTimeâs up, everyone! Itâs time for Johann to move on to reincarnation, yes? Iâve collected 115 crystals from your account to send you home after this. So long, Johann!â
Miku Prime waved as Johann began to slip through the water beneath his feet, no longer standing atop it solidly. Johann, still making a few last-second swipes on his phone, jolted in panic and tossed it in Swanâs direction. Even Kanjiâs tightening hug could only keep Johann upright for so long. He slipped and sank and, in a final desperate bid, flung an arm up for help.
Kanji answered, seizing Johannâs right hand. The floristâs expression only had a moment to shift before the hand and half of Johannâs forearm came off with a pop. The water engulfed the rest of him, leaving Kanji holding a lifeless piece of silicone with a stab mark just below the wrist.
Once Johann fully made it through, Miku Prime stared at the spot he once stood, and offered a wave to the group. She, too, willingly slipped through the water and down below⊠The screen showing the voting results shifted, displaying the events of the execution.
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CW: Dismemberment, Implied Gore
Johann was splayed on a white table, nothing but a sheet draped over him. Machines hummed in dark corners as a very different overhead spotlight shone on him. He winced but had no chance to do more before a needle dug into his arm beneath the sheet.
The tension in his limbs faded even as a fully scrubbed and masked up Miku approached the table. She dragged a marker along Johannâs remaining forearm, then followed the line with a scalpel. Johann swallowed, his eyes twitching, but he didnât seem to be in overt pain. Even as a bone saw whirred to life, its shrill pitch dropping when it cut, he stayed still. Blood soaked into the sheet as something clunked into a cooler box below, its lid shut swiftly before it was sent away.
Miku clamped something shut beneath the sheet, then moved around to Johannâs ankles.
Johann remained still as the process repeated, his breaths starting to hitch. Another bloodstain creeping into the sheet, another cooler box sent away. At least everything was being saved. That was good, right? That was supposed to be good. If it could be used, if it stayed ready for her, then it didnât matter if it was attached to him or not. This was good.
After all, she couldnât play the pieces she did without a left hand. Couldnât press the pedals as well without a foot.Â
Clunk.
Both feet.Â
Clunk.
Couldnât reach them without a leg.Â
Clunk.
Or two.
Miku folded in the sheets as she went.Â
Couldnât reach the keys without an upper arm. Both arms. Best to be prepared if something else happened. This was good. This was all heâd ever wanted.
The sheet was completely red by the time the seventh box was sent away. Miku prepared a new scalpel and moved in again. Johann was breathing too quickly. This was fine. Plenty of things in the middle were necessary to live well, things she could need someday, things sheâd make better use of than him. This was fine. This was for the best. This is exactly what he wanted. He wanted this, he wanted this, heâŠ
More boxes filled, and Miku tucked the bloody sheet up one more time to reveal more empty space. Moving onward. Johann was still breathing too fast. Wouldnât be breathing much longer. This was fine, these things were definitely necessary for life and he could never let her die if something happened so this was fine and it was better to just keep them on ice anyway in case he messed them up worse because it was more important that theyâd be ready for someone whoâd use them well so this was for the best this was right this was exactly what he wantedâ
Miku drew a blade along his collarbones, then down beneath the sheet.
âStopââ
Bone saw.
What was left of Johann shuddered. âS-stopâ!â
This was exactly what he wanted he was never good enough to keep these it didnât matter he wanted this he wanted this he wantedâ
âStop please stopâIâI donâtâ!â
Something severed, and what little color remained drained from Johannâs face.Â
A few more boxes were sent away, and Miku finally set the folded-tight sheet aside, the table empty.
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His Transgressions Built It: Chapter 22
Title: His Transgressions Built It
Author: Jay Grayson
Word Count: 51K
Genres: psychological horror, drama, LGBT+
Available on: my website and on Kobo
Synopsis: After living almost a decade estranged from his family because of his transition, Noah is called back to his hometown to take care of his young niece and nephew when their parents die suddenly. Because the children only know of their distant "aunt", Noah pretends to be his own husband in order to not explain himself or cause further issues. But, in doing so, he has to navigate the small town, filled to the brim with his childhood trauma, under the guise of a complete stranger.
Full chapter 22 under the cut
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The cold, sterile room gets less frightening every visit since Noah now understands he wonât be hauled off to an asylum with one wrong answer. He kicks his feet out as he waits for the doctor to enter the room and he looks at the same four posters that always keep him company.
A diagram about heartburn.
A poster for a chemo medication.
Signs of dementia.
And a cute animal motivational poster.
There are, of course, also the certificates and diplomas with his doctorâs name scrawled across them.
When the man walks in, Noah sits up straighter. He is tired, they both are, but thatâs unavoidable. Itâs quite early in the morning and the sun is probably just starting to rise outside.
Noahâs just grateful the hospital opens as early as it does. He would have a much harder time working visits into his schedule otherwise.
âHello again, Noah,â the Doctor says with a weak smile. âHow are you this morning?â
âAlright, so far.â He clears his throat and then asks, âYou?â
âWish I was back in bed,â his answer comes with a laugh. âAnyway, how are the meds treating you? Have you noticed any of the side effects we talked about? Anything you just donât like?â
Once his doctor takes a seat across from him, on the wheeled stool, Noah recounts the past few weeks. Heâs adjusted to the medicine and while it keeps him up some nights, he can say heâs mostly better.
There are no more ghosts.
No strange noises.
No fear about the world crumbling down around him.
People still stare at him but he guesses thatâs the normal amount now. They certainly donât follow him with their entire heads as he walks through the store and he doesnât hear whispering behind his back.
âI think the dose is alright. I havenât had any problems in a while.â
The doctor grins and slaps him on the shoulder. âGreat! I can get you a refill of the same dosage and you can see me less frequently. Iâm sure youâre happy to hear that.â
âNo offense, but yeah.â
He and Noah share a laugh. Itâs short lived and, for all intents and purposes, not real. Not really. Neither of them thinks itâs particularly funny but they proceed with the social script, as it necessitates.
Noah is getting better at responding in this way, when itâs unavoidable. It makes things easier, even if he doesnât fully understand why.
As he leaves the office and turns into the lobby, his energy spikes.
Itâs the excitement at getting to leaveâat returning to his driver and friend.
Kiki waits in the lobby for him with a book cracked open on her lap and a pair of reading glasses resting on her nose. She notices him as soon as the door swings open and she promptly collects everythingâshutting her book and setting her glasses back into their case. She retrieves her car keys and looks to Noah as they meet in the center of the room.
She and Shaun have been invaluable over the past few months. Kiki, especially, has practically moved into the house to help with the kids and having her around, at a near constant state, has kept Noah from spiraling.
It was hard at first but things have become routine. Occasionally, Shaun comes over but he doesnât stay. Heâs just companyâproof that someone wants to see Noah. That someone wants to talk to him.
âAll set?â Kiki asks as she flips her keys in her hand.
Noah nods and follows her out.
The sky is dark despite the sun having come up. It rained last night and itâs possible thereâs more rain to come. Noah steps into a puddle as he walks but, even though he dips down into the earth for a split second, he doesnât look down or panic. He simply continues to walk.
Kiki opens the door to the driverâs side but she doesnât enter the car just yet. She looks at Noah from over the hood and she asks, âReady to take the long way to work?â
Itâs a loaded question and he gives it some thought.
Heâs been by before but heâs stuck in the habit of not looking. Not really. Kikiâs mostly been the one driving anyway. Heâs had the privilege of averting his eyes.
Seeing it nowâŠit could set him back.
Heâs aware.
So is she.
But he nods. âYeah. I think so.â
They both step into the car and Kiki switches through the radio until a relaxing, easy-listening song appears. Then she changes gears and begins to drive. She canât start a trip without the right song as the soundtrack. If she skips this step, sheâll have bad luck.
Itâs something she and Noah can agree on. She understands him in this way and the little rituals she has, as benign as they may be, make Noah feel closer to her.
Theyâre some of the only people on the road and the clouds thin out, allowing a few rays of sunlight to penetrate through. Itâs heavenly and if a booming voice came from above, Noah wouldnât be surprised. He looks up as the trees and small shops pass by the windows. The sky doesnât change. Nothing does.
Then, Kiki slows and, eventually, stops. Sheâs pulled off to the side of the road and the tires pick up gravel, crunching underneath them. Itâs colder now, Noah feels, but he knows thatâs just his anxiety sinking into his bones and striping him of warmth.
He turns his head and cranes it back down, level. Before he fully takes it in, he opens the car door and swings a leg out. Whatever is there, he needs to see without anything between him and the view. Kiki follows him outâhe hears her but he doesnât check over his shoulder.
In the big lot, on the side of the road, the remains of the church stand as evidence of reality. The basic foundation is there and many of the walls still stand but the wood is so neglected it could probably collapse under the duress of a strong wind. A bright but weathered slip of paper is pasted to the door.
Itâs condemned.
The doors are open but only darkness is inside.
No one is there. Likely, no one has been there for years.
Noah traces the perimeter of the building with his eyes and then closes them. A sigh passes through his lips. He can remember God and it could speak to him again, if he allows it. But Noah cuts it off and decides to accept what his eyes tell him.
Now that heâs in the company of Kiki and his mind is as balanced as it has been all year, heâs alright. He slips, sometimes, and any overburdening can see him at square one but itâs his will that matters. Just because he canât be cured doesnât mean he canât try to live normally.
Giving up is tempting.
But Kiki wonât let him.
Neither will the kids.
âIs it too much?â Kiki asks after a long pause. Sheâs come around the car to stand beside him.
âNo,â Noah answers, honest. Itâs a lot but itâs not going to break him.
He doesnât see Father Robert wheel himself out from the sanctuary. He doesnât hear Christopher call his name. âFinderâ returns to âFind her,â in his memory. Heâs sure itâs all in order, even if it stings.
Kiki rubs along his arm. âAlright. We should get going then.â
Noah nods, agreeing silently.
When they get back in the car, Kiki passes through the stations again. She picks a song thatâs more upbeat this time and the remainder of the trip is spent with sugar pop sounds and punchy, motivational lyrics. Noah finds himself smiling as Kiki bobs her head along to the music.
Their destination comes into view.
Itâs not crowded, never really is. Noah waits for the song to come to a close before he removes his seatbelt and exits the car. He knows itâs one of Kikiâs favorites so he wants her to enjoy it all the way throughâeven if the last few notes are cut off by the DJ.
She sighs and they walk to the front doors together. Shaun has already opened and heâs behind the admission counter with only one group of customers bowling in a lane far behind him. The pins crash. It sounds like a strike.
âMorninâ,â he greets them both with a tired mumble.
Noah offers his hand to Shaun. They share a quick bro hug and, when he lets go, he responds just the same, âMorninâ.â
After changing into his uniform, Noah takes Shaunâs place at the front counter while the cousins go to the bar, where they spend most of their shifts. The two spots are close enough to facilitate and maintain conversation, if things are slow, which they usually are.
Noah pulls out his phone, while Kiki and Shaun do maintenance work behind the bar, and he checks in with Ellie. Sheâs gotten a new manager partner, to replace him, but she complains about them quite a lot.
Theyâre not as good as Noah.
Theyâre not as laidback.
Not as easy to talk to.
Their conversations, even over text, donât quite feel the same as they did, once upon a time, but Noah reaches out and responds regardless. He may lose her, given more time, but heâs not completely surrendering to the possibility.
As heâs texting, he hears the bell of the front door. Itâs probably another small group or a very bored couple.
One of those predictions is half-true.
Two people stand before Noah and they have their arms looped. He canât speak at first as he takes them in, every detail. Heâs seen them. He knows them. And he knows them quite well, heâd say.
Although her face is now human, the body of Sauriel is before him. She is covered in a pale, lacey dress but her curves and stature are things he couldnât forget, even after months of medication. Lucifel is no different.
When they talk, itâs even more apparent.
âWeâd like to bowlâdo we pay by the hour orâŠ?â Lucifel trails off, and while their voice sounds the same, itâs less confident than Noahâs used to. Their fashion sense makes up for this as, just like in their domain, they wear all blacks with lots of glossy leather and straps. Itâs not a fashion thatâs popular in this townâthey must stick out to everyone else too.
He blinks a few times, having to find his bearings. âUm, it can be by the hour. And then you can add on.â Noahâs mouth goes dry. He knows them but they donât recognize him. Or theyâre testing him, for some reason.
No, he canât think like that.
Itâs dangerous and heâs aware.
His attention snaps back to the present when Sauriel grins and nudges Lucifel. âLetâs do two hours. I wanna day drink.â Thereâs a sweeter tone to her voice, now that itâs coming from a mouth.
Noah rings them up, passes them some shoes, and watches as they settle into their lane. He hopes they donât notice his staring. He hopes he doesnât chase them away.
Heâd like for them to come back. Maybe he can talk to them more.
If they donât remember him, thatâs okay. They could still become friends, while heâs on his meds. He allows it to fester, as a possibility.
In fact, he recounts Lucifelâs own words to him:
Good things can happen sometimes, too.
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The Phantom And The Chimera
[TW: Bugs. Lots of bugs.
"Example" = verbal speech
"Example" = mind speech
"Example" = ghost speech
Example = thoughts/ASL
I don't know which version of the YJ this is; I'm just throwing things into the void and hoping they stick.]
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âCHIMERA! THE WEST SIDE NEEDS HELP!â Kid Flash screamed as he zoomed by, wielding the worldâs largest butterfly net. Chimera, or Dani as she liked to be called, spat out a string of creative curses as the wind whipped her loose hair around, blinding her momentarily.Â
âIâM A LITTLE BUSY!â She screamed back, voice raw. Fire breath wasnât one of her natural ghost abilities; it always took a noticeable toll on her when she used it. She was a little worried that soon, she wouldnât be able to use it all. The battle was dragging on far too long, and soon Dani knew her teammates would start to fall. Ancients, why did she let them come on this mission?! Dani didnât have room to fight, to grow. This whole thing could have been over by now if she had space to properly throw hands. But Danny had drilled it into her head not to go all out when humans were around. Not only did they find the supernatural instinctively creepy, but the destruction a halfa could cause was astronomical. It simply wasnât safe, and Dani wasnât strong enough to create shields like her original could. So this is what she gets for learning how to breathe fire, Dani guessed.Â
Sparks crackled at the back of her throat as Dani inhaled again. Despite not needing to breathe, oxygen was the key to creating fire, so she put her lungs to work regardless of the ash in the air. Something in her core shifted until she felt a little click in her jaw, and suddenly, a white flame was spilling past her lips. She pursed her lips to narrow the flame and aimed straight at the source of her frustration. The giant bullet ant clacking its mandibles at her, screamed and dissolved into a thick pile of fresh ash.Â
Shit, Iâm going to fucking kill Undergrowth. Dani thought, panting. Even if the Ancient had nothing to do with the enlarged and exotic insects currently besieging half of Ohio, she wanted to slap him anyways. It was all hands on deck for this disaster, and really, Dani just wanted it to be done and over with. If only her template was here, then maybe itâd be over faster.Â
âSTILL NEED HELP!â Wally zoomed by once more, his net filled to the brim with bright red butterflies that Dani instinctually knew were toxic as hell. She shivered, not bothering to reply to the teen since he was miles away by now. Instead, she cracked her neck, took one more breath, and promptly leaped hundreds of feet into the air, straight towards their group in the west. The sky was absolutely filled with flying bugs of all kinds. Butterflies, moths, hornets, bees, flies, and mosquitos were all buzzing around her in a frantic rage. It made Dani feel like she was stuck inside some sort of beehive. More than one thin feeler tried to grab her, but Dani let loose another mighty blast of fire, making herself a tunnel through the bugs so she could stick her landing.Â
Why didnât she fly, you may ask? Using her ghost abilities in her human form was limiting. Sue her.Â
However, Dani still knew how to control her descent even without the aid of flight. She demonstrated this by twisting to the right and landing right on the head of another bullet ant with a resounding squish! Ant bits flew everywhere. Superboy, AKA Conner (her boyfriend), just glared at her as he wiped off goop from his face.Â
âYou couldnât have done that sooner?â He asked, deadpan. âWeâre a little overrun here.â
Dani just giggled silently and signed, Iâm here now, darling. Isnât that enough?
Conner shook his head and helped her step out of the ant carcass. âWell, itâs not like anyone is seriously hurt yet. Is your voice okay?â
Yeah, Iâm just tapped out on fire breath for now. Weâll have to commit arson the old-fashioned way.
âYou mean the most romantic way?â Conner nudged Daniâs shoulder, chuckling at the renewed light in her eyes. Dani was all about showing affection whenever she could, even in the middle of a battle. And if Conner was turning this into a sudden date, she wouldnât complain. So without another thought, Dani and Conner leaped back into the fray, trying to make up for the lack of numbers through sheer determination and torches fashioned from an antâs leg and Daniâs hoodie sleeve. They danced around each other like theyâd been fighting together for years, not a couple of months, covering the otherâs blind spots and becoming a whirlwind of destruction. Dani pulled on her core more, firing thin ectoblasts with a scary accuracy and severing the heads off of ants and beetles. Conner kept the space above them clear and frequently met insects head-on in the air as they swooped toward the earth.
Eventually, the pair stumbled across Miss Martian, who was on the verge of being overwhelmed, both mentally and physically.Â
âChimera!â She cried when she spotted them, breaking down into thick tears. Dani darted forward to punch a giant ladybug, sending the damn thing flying back.Â
âItâs okay, Mâgann!â Conner shouted, tackling a locust out of the way. âWeâll handle this!â
âThey are all so angry.â Mâgann sobbed, collapsing into Daniâs arms. âI just-â
âMâgann.â Dani focused hard on projecting her thoughts, and luckily, the telepath picked up on it and connected to her mind. âYouâre going to be okay. Here, I got some extra earplugs. Take them for now.â She awkwardly used one hand to fish out the little yellow pack of disposable earplugs she always carried in her pocket and helped the martian put them in her ears. It didnât help much with the mental noise, but it did help dampen the noise from the battle. Hopefully, it was enough for Mâgann to regain control over herself. Dani heard a skittering noise from behind her, and without looking, she shot an ectoblast over her shoulder, demolishing whatever had tried to sneak up on them.Â
Mâgann sniffed but did her best to calm herself quickly. âIâm sorry, everything just got to me for a moment.â
âItâs fine, girl. Thatâs why you have teammates, right?â Mâgann gave Dani a shaky smile. âNow, while Conner is busy being our knight in shining bug guts, can you pinpoint the source of their anger? There must be a hivemind behind this mess.â
âIâll try. Give me a moment.â Dani nodded and stood up, returning to punching ugly insect faces while Mâgann focused.Â
â âKnight in shining bug gutsâ? Really?â Conner gave her a nasty side-eye. He did, in fact, have bug guts smeared all over his body.Â
Dani gave him a shark-like smile and returned to crunching hard exoskeletons under her fist. Aqualad joined them at some point, informing the group that Robin had been pulled out by Batman due to injuries, and was instead directing their backup toward the battle.Â
Like itâs not already all over the news. Dani thought ruefully. She could hear the helicopters hovering just outside the bug zone, taking live videos for all the world to see.
After several moments, a ripple of something itched at the back of Daniâs brain, and she easily let Mâgann into the surface of her mind to establish a larger mind link. âIâve discovered the source of the hive.â The Martian informed the group.Â
âFucking finally!â Wally cheered through the link. His faint voice indicated how far away he was, and sure enough, moments later everyone shivered as he left the range of the mind link and his presence disappeared with a twang!
âReport, Miss Martian.â Even in the mind link, Batmanâs voice was gruff and dominating.
Mâgann grunted as she scrambled upright, trying to stay with the group. The other three focused on creating a ring around her so she could relay information properly. âThese are Earth-born insects, pushed to rage and enlarged using means I am not familiar with. The hivemind traces back to a small grove of trees just north of here. The trees themselves are controlling all these bugs and seem to be fueling this blind rage.â
Someoneâs link stuttered in shock. âTrees?â Kauldrâahm voiced what everyone was thinking. âHow can trees be behind all of this?â
âWhat kind of trees are they?â Conner added on.Â
Mâgann was quiet for a moment. âI am unable to attain that information. Iâm too unfamiliar with Earthâs flora and fauna to figure out which one it is. The trees are semi-sentient, however. They just keep repeating a few words.â
âWhat are they?â
âErâŠgive me a moment. Iâll try to broadcast what theyâre saying.â
A sick, slimy feeling over Dani as Mâgann opened her senses even more. They didnât connect to the trees directly since that might compromise the mind link and, by extension, the heroes themselves. But even with Mâgann as a buffer, the absolute stench of rot rolling off the trees' minds was so horrific that Dani almost threw up. She was sure she would have if she was any closer to the grove and unprepared. She wanted to cut off the connection immediately, to burn the whole battlefield no matter what damage it did to her throat, and then scrub at her skin with boiling hot water until it was peeling. But Dani had more control than that. So she stayed quiet, silently gagging as the mind of the trees pressed against her own. It was like a creeping rot, trying to suck up all she had to offer.Â
âPando.â The trees whispered. âRot. Help. Pain. Pando. Pain. Rot. Pando. Pando rots. The rot. No. Pando rots. No. Pando. Pain. Help. No. No. No. Help. Earth. Help. Undergrowth. Help. The rot. Help. No-â
Looks like Dani got to beat up Undergrowth after all.
Mâgann suddenly flinched back from the mind of the trees as if burned. Physically, she was sweating from the effort and shaking worse than a leaf in a strong wind.
"Isn't Pando that giant super organism of aspens in Utah?" Conner asked, bewildered. "What is it doing all the way here in Ohio?"
A sudden new presence gently forced its way into the mind link, startling everyone before they could discuss anything more.
âWell, I'm not sure what super organism you're talking about, but I do know another one of those words.â Mused a very familiar voice. âUndergrowth is a huge nature freak of the highest order. Iâm not surprised this is his doing.âÂ
Batman let his displeasure be known. âPhantom, if you know-â
âDANNY?!â Dani screeched into the mind link, not minding the flinches of those around her.Â
There was a heavy pause, and then, âHoly shit, Dani? Is that you??â
âYou bet your mommaâs living fudge itâs me!â
âWhat the fuck. What are you doing here?? Where are you???â
âIâm with the west group right now. Why-â Danny suddenly left the mind link, making her blink. âOkay, damn. Guess he wanted to say hi in person.â That last part wasnât meant for the others to hear, but of course, questions started pouring in like water through a sieve, so she disconnected too.Â
It was easy to find Dannyâs core. Even as a human, Dani would always be able to find what was hers. Danny was hers, and she was Dannyâs. They were the same, yet completely different people. Stretching out her senses after so long felt nice. Her core was already singing by the time it had connected with Dannyâs, which greedily sang back. She hummed, deep and low in her chest, standing proud and tall as Danny came in, speeding like a rocket. She jumped last minute to meet him mid-air in a crushing hug.Â
âMoonshine!â Danny gushed, spinning her around with no regard for the bugs closing in on them. Ope, never mind. A glowing green dome appeared over the group, easily blocking the horde of insects from reaching them.Â
âDanny!â She trilled. Since her vocal cords were still damaged from her fire breathing, ghost speech was the most convenient way for her to talk. And now that a fellow ghost was here, why should she limit herself to human languages? Her original caught on immediately and started cooing back at her, sounding like a breaking glacier.Â
âMoonshine, what are you doing here? Are you okay?â Danny frantically tried checking her over with a concerned eye, but Dani just batted his hands away with a fierce blush.Â
âIâm fine, Danny! I just lost my voice for a bit. And didnât I tell you I joined Young Justice?â
Danny shook his head. âWhat?! No! You only told me you got a crush and that you would try to get closer to him. You were pretty determined about it.â
Dani shrugged, pointing at a very confused Conner. âAh, oops. That determination led me to join the YJ, and now Iâm dating said crush. His name is Conner; heâs a clone, like me.â
Conner suddenly found himself under the very fierce gaze of one powerful Phantom, who seemed to know his girlfriend very well. All he could do was swallow and wave awkwardly, hoping the bug guts (still) on his face didnât change the heroâs opinion of him. Conner was a smart guy. He knew his girlfriend was a clone of someone powerful, just like he was. He didnât know exactly who she was a clone of, and he never bothered to ask. Theyâd only been dating a few months, after all. But seeing her right next to Phantom, the mysterious new Leaguer who could easily defeat Superman, Connerâs own template, it wasnât hard to put two and two together. While Dani had pitch-black hair and stormy blue eyes and Phantom had snow-white hair and toxic green eyes, he could easily spot the resemblance between them. The same upturned nose, high cheekbones, and inhumanly large eyes all pointed toward Phantom being his girlfriendâs DNA donor. They even floated the same, with their knees slightly bent and arms ready to block at a momentâs notice. Now only if he could understand what they were saying.Â
Danny sniffed and turned back towards his kid sister. âIsnât he Supesâ kid?â
âYeah.âÂ
âI approve. This will piss off big blue so much. The only thing you could have done better was date one of Batâs kids.â
âEwww, no!â Dani threw a sluggish punch at Dannyâs arm. âNot only does that entire family reek of rotten ectoplasm, but their dad is a creepy stalker who has beef with a clown. Heâs weird. I bet heâs even hounding Miss Martian right now about whatâs going on.â
âOh yeah, I forgot about that.â Danny looked down and gave Mâgann a thumbs up. âTell Batsy weâll handle this! I flew over the horde earlier, and most heavy hitters are concentrated in an abandoned field up north. So there should be plenty of room for us to go ham ân cheese on a few magic trees.â
âOh, thank the Ancients.â Dani sighed. âI wouldnât have been able to handle this without you. Too many squishy humans are around, and I canât make shields like you can.âÂ
âIâm sure you would have been fine, kiddo.â Danny chirped a few times and gave her a noogie, making Dani indignantly squawk. âCome on, do you want to go as that or change?â
âMmmm.â Dani hummed, giving her teammates a quick appraising look. âIâll change once weâre far enough away. Youâll have to carry me till then, I canât fly very well like this.âÂ
Danny obliged, allowing the little gremlin to climb on his back as he slowly expanded the barrier around them, ready to take off immediately. âHave you been staying in your human form this whole time? You might be out of practice.â
âI might be.â Dani sighed and laid her head against Dannyâs back. They shot into the air, breaking the barrier and zooming through the swarm of bugs so fast their wind trail made insects tumble from the sky. âThey know me as Chimera here. Since I have a lot of Vladâs features, I can pass myself off as one when they ask about some of my abilities. I also had Dora teach me to fire breathing and-Oh! I gotta show you how good I am at ecto-blasts now! I can get them so small they can pass through the long end of a straw. Itâs really fun. And-âÂ
Danny smiled as his youngest sister rambled on about everything she wanted to show him. Despite their sparse virtual communication, it was easy to get lost in a conversation when they were together. Even in the middle of a battle! Just two ADHD halfas info dumping about their lives to each other before splitting and forgetting to text each other for six months. It was a system that worked for them, and he wouldnât change it for the world.Â
â-Oh, and by the way.â Dani flicked his forehead to make sure he was paying attention.
âHmm?â
âWhy are you even here? It didnât sound like you knew Undergrowth was involved until Miss Martian linked us to the trees.â
Danny blinked, coming to a slow stop. âI never told you? I joined the Justice League last month.â
âAncients, Danny.â Groaning, Dani slipped off her brotherâs back and transformed mid-air, giving him a sour scowl. The grove of trees they needed to nuke was a few dozen feet below, twisted and grasping at the air with sharp branches. The stench of rot was so pungent both halfas just simply had to stop breathing. Undergrowth knew they were there; Dani just rolled her eyes, ignoring the whipping branches. âYouâre such a hypocrite!âÂ
âOops?â
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[This is just a one-shot but if someone wants to add to where I left off, I would be most grateful. I'm just clearing out my drafts right now and don't have the energy to write an actual fight scene.]
Honestly, I think the funniest way to go about a dpxdc crossover with Danny and Dani is for Dani, during her wanderings around the world joins the Young Justice team. And then Danny is recruited to the Justice League. Neither of them have any clue the other has joined a superhero team until the Justice League and Young Justice happen to run into each other on a (very) chaotic mission, and as soon as Danny and Dani spot each other they start screaming something in an eldritch language in excitement at each other, hug, and then take down whatever Big Bad is threatening everyone in ten seconds flat. Then they refuse to explain how they know each other, because itâs funnier that way
#pondhead writes#danny phantom#danny phantom crossover#i am tired sue me#which version of the YJ is this?#lol idk#danielle fenton#danny fenton#dani and danny the disaster children#they are siblings here your honor#uhh what's conner and dani's ship name#found it :)#two nickels ship#dani x conner#dpxdc
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Ok but going off on the tying Dick up ask what if he did ask princess to use him as a toy and she just ends up teasing him while sheâs chasing her orgasm to the point where he wishes he could break out of the ropes and fucks princess to the point of overstimulation and she ends up mocking him when he begs her to let him cum and praising him for being her toy to use for her own pleasure. Maybe she would even mockingly degrade him for wanting to be used as a toy.
OKAY HEAR ME OUT Riding Dick so slowly it's about to make him bawl his eyes out UGH I want him to be my bitch đđ«
Warning: sub/dom dynamic, mention of breeding kink, oral (male receiving), fem!reader
Dick's exposed to you in all his naked glory, but sadly he can't see a thing due the blindfold.
He hates it, he hates the goosebumps that forms on his warm skin as your fingers ghost over it
He hates the cuffs that ties him to the bad by his hands and feet, also the gag that's keeping him quiet and making the drool run down his chin.
Dick squirm and shakes when he felt you grabbing his cock, pumping it up and down and teasing the head so he can suffer a little more.
A strangled moan leaves his lips when you take him on your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and pressing your tongue flat against the shaft to suck him off so agonizingly good that got his back arched.
"Easy pretty boy, I haven't even started and you look like you're about to cum!" You chuckle, whipping off the precum from your swollen lips.
You would be lying if you said you didn't enjoy having Dick like this, so vulnerable and so horny just for you. It was candy to the eye and the little desperate sounds he was making got your pussy soaked.
"You want to fuck me?" You purred, climbing on top of him with ease." You want to be inside of me, my love?"
Dick's breath hitched on his throat when you grabbed him by the chin, leaning down to give a quick peck to the ball bag that had him muted.
You grabbed his throbbing cock and lined it with your entrance," You're such a pathetic whore."
Dick whined at your words." So uptight in front of the others, but look at you now. What a pretty needy slut you turned out to be."
"Please," he mumbled, words coming out strangle thanks to the ball on his mouth.
You sunk down slowly on his dick, enjoying how good he was making you feel. You rode Dick at a slow pace, testing the waters and adjusting to his girth.
"I bet you would love to fill me up with cum," you said with a breathy moan." To pump me up to the brim and hope you got me knocked up. You're dirty like, aren't you boy wonder?"
Dick nodded, unable to keep his composure and thrust up into you. It caught you off guard" ah, Dick!" You cried out, breaking out of character and enjoying the feeling of being fucked.
"Hey no, stop it slut!" You put your hands firmly on Dick's chest and getting up from his hard cock to sit on his stomach." Listen, you're my toy today, not the other way around."
Your stern voice made shivers run down Dick's spine, he loved it more than he was willing to admit. "You better behave if you want to cum tonight or even being touched. Are we clear, Grayson?"
You pulled his blindfold down to look at his beautiful eyes, Dick had to squint a few times to adjust to the light, but he was marveled to your moody face throwing orders at him." Yes ma'am."
#ugh he's so hot#i want this lmao#dick grayson imagine#dick grayson smut#dick grayson x reader#Nightwing x reader#Nightwing smut#Nightwing imagine
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How do I tell you?
Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Smut
CW: Praise, oral (F receiving), fingering (F receiving).
Word Count: 5027
Prompts: 1) "I love you, I hope you know that."
        35) "Don't cover your face, I want to see you."
        48) "I can't help who I fall in love with."
Summary: When your best friend Yunho turns up at your door at night to take you to the fair the last thing you expect to happen is to end the night with him confessing.
Prompt List        MasterList     Buy me a Coffee
[6:17 pm] Yunho: Hey đ
[6:18 pm] Yunho: Hey?
[6:18 pm] Yunho: Y/n
[6:18 pm] Yunho: Y/n!
[6:18 pm] Yunho: Y/N!!!!!
[6:19 pm] Yunho: HEY
[6:19 pm] Yunho: ANSWER YOUR DAMN PHONE
[6:18 pm] Y/n: Jeez Yunho whatâs so important youâre spamming me?
[6:20 pm] Yunho: Open the door please đ
You groan at your phone throwing it to the side as you leave the comfort of your blanket and couch trudging towards the door. Slowly opening the door youâre met with a beaming Yunho who looks just as excited as a child on Christmas morning.Â
âYunho what are you doing.â You half complain as he pushes his way into your house and running to your room.Â
âHey dumbass Iâm talking to you!â You scream running after him wanting to know what the hell heâs playing at. Walking into your room you see him sifting through the clothes in your wardrobe.Â
âYUNHO!âÂ
âPut this on.â He casually says ignoring your yelling and throwing you a hoodie and a pair of leggings.Â
âWhy Yunho?â Nothing about the situation was making any sense right now.Â
âJust put them on.âÂ
âIâm not putting them on until you tell me what the hell is going on, why are you here, why are you throwing clothes at me and what the FUCK has you so excited?â Yunho sighs turning to face you.Â
âI was going to keep it a surprise but since a little someone has a bee in her bonnet I guess I canât keep it a secret.â At this point youâre waving your arms around with wide eyes encouraging him to continue talking.Â
âWell you know the fair is in town.â
âYeah and?â
âWell since itâs the last day itâs here I wanted to surprise you and take you with me.â His signature golden retriever smile adorned his face as he spoke the excitement clearly not dying off any time soon. You couldnât be mad at Yunho for that, he knew you loved the fair whenever it was in town and he especially knew how bummed out youâd been over the fact you hadnât had a chance to go to it this year so it was sweet of him to surprise you like this but now you felt bad about ruining it.Â
âIâm sorry for ruining the surprise.â You pout. Yunho ruffled your hair, his smile never faltering.Â
âItâs okay, come on get dressed.â And with that he was out of your room, door shut behind him for you to get changed.
You had no idea what you wanted to do first, your senses were filled to the brim with everything, the bright lights and vibrant colours, the smell of various foods, the loud music and laughter from kids, you just loved everything about the fair.Â
âWhere do you want to go first.â Yunho asked nudging you lightly.Â
âI...I donât know.â Your eyes scanned around the fair looking for your starting point.Â
âYou pick I canât decide.â No more needed to be said, Yunho grabbed your hand and next thing you knew you were running through the crowd of people to get to your first attraction.Â
The two of you went around a few of the rides and the fun house, Yunho paying for everything despite how much you protested and tried to fight him off at the ticket stall, he insisted it was his treat since he dragged you out of the house.Â
âWhere to next?â You ask almost vibrating with excitement having the best time.Â
âOh Iâve got a plan.â His usual bright smile turned mischievous and you felt your eyes widen.Â
âCome, come.â He ushered, grabbing your hand again and leading you through the crowd.
You both stopped outside the ghost train and you felt your stomach drop, you werenât good with scary things and he knew this all too well so why did he decide on this?Â
âYunho, Iâm not sure about this.â You say wearily as he attempts to push you over to the ticket booth.Â
âYouâll be fine, none of it is real and Iâm here with you, come on.â One you were both seated in the small cart your heart started to pound and your palms started to sweat.Â
âYouâll be fine.â Yunho said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder for a quick hug to comfort you.Â
You couldnât help but ball your hands into fists as the cart took off on the track, darkness all around you and the only light was coming from the scary props littered around you giving you no choice but to notice them. Skeletons, clowns, zombies, you name it and it was there. You stare straight ahead trying to keep your composure, you felt if you just tried to zone out you wouldnât notice any of it and the ride will be over sooner, well that was until a burst of air made you jump out of your skin and if that wasnât your finishing point the spider prop that fell from the celling surely was. Your body reacted before you could even think, screaming at the top of your lungs before rushing to hide your face in Yunhoâs shoulder. You could feel the vibrations in his chest from laughter but what you werenât able to see was the way he looked down at you, small blush on his cheeks and the biggest heart eyes imaginable.Â
âItâs okay Iâm here.â He chuckled wrapping an arm around your shoulder keeping you close to him. You kept your face buried in his shoulder for the rest of the ride, not willing to face what other horrors were lurking throughout the rest of the ride.Â
âJeong Yunho I fucking hate you.â You chuckled, a small tremor still present in your voice.Â
âNah you donât it was fun.âÂ
âFor you.â You argue lightly slapping his arm.Â
âOkay, okay, how about this Iâll make it up to you.â You give him a questioning look raising your eyebrow at him, how was he going to make up for scaring the wits out of you and almost giving you a heart attack.Â
âCome with me.â And once again he was leading you off somewhere by your hand.
You came to a stop at the arcade, kids running around with stuffed animals and bundles of tickets in hand.Â
âGo on, go pick a machine and Iâll win you whatever you want.â You were a bit sceptical about this plan, everyone knew the games were fixed so you couldnât win anything and just spend all your money trying over and over, but alas you went with it. Approaching the claw machine of your choice you looked through the selection of stuffed animals and you just fell in love with the pink strawberry cat.Â
âFind one you like?â You nod in reply pointing to the little cat as Yunho looks at you fondly giggling a little, of course you went for the cat.
Slotting a coin into the machine the number 3 lit up next to the joycon indicating the 3 attempts he had to get you the plush. The first attempt was a fail, the claw lightly gripping the cat and bringing it halfway to the box before dropping it. Yunho kept his cool, heâd made progress and still had 2 attempts left, no sweat. The second attempt the claw grabbed the plush again and brought it closer and closer to the box, you stood to the side not getting too excited knowing how these turn out itâll drop it just before it gets to the box. But it didnât. With a cheer Yunho bent down to retrieve your strawberry cat before handing it over to you, watching how your face lit up as he did his best to try and not keel over with adoration.Â
âDo you forgive me now?â You were momentarily awestruck by the fact he actually won.Â
âI forgive you.â You beam shifting your attention between him and the small cat in your hands.Â
âYou better name it after me.âÂ
âAww why the cat is too cute to be named after you.â You joke, laughter hitting you as he clutches his chest feigning pain.Â
âOh and here I thought you loved me.â He half jokes.Â
âYou know I do, but Iâm still a little salty with you.â The both of you laugh as you head out of the arcade.Â
You didnât realise how late it got, looking at your phone 9:45 pm lighting up on your screen, youâd been having so much fun time seemed to just fly by. Noticing the time on your screen Yunho nudges you lightly to get your attention.Â
âIâll walk you home.â You didnât want the night to end but knowing you had work in the morning you guessed it was best to go home. Â
The walk back to your place was nice, the sound of the fair dying off as you walked further and further away from it and your hearing slowly adjusting to the quiet. The walk was a little quieter than usual between the two of you, mostly because Yunho was mentally fighting himself, over and over he had the debate of finally confessing his feelings for you. Tonight was the perfect time to do it, youâd had a great time and everything was going well but at the same time the last thing he wanted was to finally confess and you not feel the same way, ultimately making the rest of the night extremely awkward and possibly ruining the friendship you shared. Your house was in sight and he needed to make a decision soon, his heart racing and hands sweating at the mere thought of it, he was usually a very confident guy but when it came to you he was like a giggling teenage girl.
Getting to your front door you realised you didnât really want to say goodbye to Yunho yet, you were having too much fun to call it a day yet.Â
âWanna come in for a coffee or something?â You ask fishing your keys out of your bag not noticing the wide eyed look he was giving you.Â
âUmm, yeah sure.â He tried to hide his nerves as best he could thanking the stars for the little bit of extra time he was given to make his mind up.
Despite having been in your house hundreds, maybe even thousands of times this time around was different, to Yunho this could be the last time heâd ever set foot in your place if his confession didnât go to plan. You set the plush down on the counter next to your bag as you whip up some coffee for the both of you all while Yunho stood the the side fiddling with his fingers nervously. He decided if he didnât confess now heâll never do it and heâll just have to deal with the outcome, good or bad.Â
âHey.â You start, looking over to see an out of character Yunho.Â
âWhatâs up youâve been pretty quiet.â His eyes donât know where to look, if he looked at you he might blurt something out and make a fool of himself but he didnât want to look away from you and look rude.Â
âOh nothing, just been thinking.âÂ
âWhatâs got you thinking so hard youâre so quiet?â You, us, how much I love you, how I want to call you mine, how Iâve loved you so deeply for the last 4 years. That was all that ran through Yunhoâs mind as he tried to think of an answer.Â
âItâs nothing just...â You raise your eyebrows waiting for him to continue his thought.Â
âWell I guess Iâve had feelings for this one girl for so long now and, I donât know, I donât want to fuck it up you know.â Your heart sank as you listened to him, he had feelings for someone and you really didnât know how to feel about the new information. Youâd had a crush on him for a while now and now to hear he likes someone broke your heart a little.Â
âI know I can't help who I fall in love with, but I just wish it didnât have to be this difficult, thereâs so much at stake and I really donât feel like ruining everything.â His eyes shifted to the floor nervously, his heart pounding harder in his chest, heâd already told you this much there was no going back now.Â
âIf you want my opinion, I think you should just tell her, if she feels the same then thatâs amazing for you and Iâll be so happy for you, but if she doesnât then itâs her loss and she never deserved you in the first place.â He felt butterflies in his stomach, you clearly didnât know he was hinting at you and the fact you said youâd be happy for him made his heart swell and even more so when you said about not deserving him, it gave him that small boost of confidence t make his next move.Â
âHow should I go about doing it?â
âI donât know, I think thatâs mostly for you to decide, do what you feel is right.â He nods lightly at you, taking slow steps towards you still trying to keep a level head. Your mind too occupied on making the coffee you didnât realise how close Yunho had got to you until his hand wrapped itself lightly around your forearm. Everything in the next few seconds happened so fast, one second youâre turning your head to look at his hand holding your arm then next youâre getting pulled into his chest as his lips meet yours. The fact that everything happened so quickly meant you didnât get a chance to react, you simply stood there wide eyed. Yunho pulled away with a deep blush covering his face with embarrassment.Â
âIâm sorry...I...â You cut him off, pulling him down by the collar of his shirt, at least this time you were able to reciprocate the kiss just like you wanted to first time around. You could feel him smile into the kiss, his hands coming up to cup your face pulling you impossibly closer like youâd slip away from him.Â
The kiss was only broken for the need to come back for air. Both of you looked at each other, breathless and with awestruck eyes, but mostly from Yunho. His mouth hung agape, trying to find the words to speak but nothing came, his mind was flooded with you and only you, the moment heâd played out in his head for years had just happened and now he was lost for words.Â
âWhat now?â You ask, breaking the silence and in need of clarity.Â
Words werenât enough to express what was going through his head, no words in any language were strong enough to express how he felt towards you, so he just had to show you. Pulling you back in by your waist he spills all emotion and love into the way he kissed you, his lips moulding with yours so perfectly itâs like they were made for yours, but with the anxiety of you not feeling the same gone Yunho had a new found confidence. It didnât take long for him to deepen this kiss, need and longing taking over. His tongue gently swiping at your bottom lip asking for entrance which you were more than happy to allow. There was no roughness in the way Yunho kissed you, he was gentle like you were made of glass but his overwhelming need for you still showed.Â
The hunger and intensity in the kiss made you take a step back so you were pressed between Yunho and the counter top, and you werenât complaining in the slightest. Yunhoâs hands seemed to have a mind of their own, too lost in the moment he had no idea what he was doing, he just did what you said, doing what felt right. His hands slowly made their way under your hoodie, fingers lightly trailing over the skin of your waist until going a little higher. You tensed up a little once you noticed where his hands were and how dangerously high theyâd gotten, you just couldnât help your reaction.Â
âShit Iâm sorry.â Yunho said pulling back in panic and taking his hands off you completely.Â
âItâs okay.â You giggle, your thumb running over his cheek to comfort him.Â
âIâm sorry I just got a little caught up in myself, if you want me to stop Iâll stop.â He was rambling at this point, even though you said everything was okay he still couldnât stop the panic, the last thing he wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable. You shook your head in response to him.Â
âNo, it was just an automatic reaction but I donât want you to stop.â You could feel your cheeks heat up, you were really saying this to someone who just moments ago was your best friend and now is...well youâre not sure, but you did know it was a lot to take in all at once.Â
âWe could...um...take this to the bedroom, itâll be a lot more comfortable that the kitchen counter.â You chuckle nervously, all the words spilling from your mouth still feeling a little strange to be aimed at Yunho. He lightly nods his head at you being in full agreeance. As you take a step forward to go to the bedroom you feel your feet leave the floor and let out a little yelp as Yunho lifts you into his arms.Â
âWhat are you doing.â You giggle.Â
âWell I canât just let you walk there now can I?â You roll your eyes at him jokingly, allowing him to carry you over to the bedroom.Â
Yunho continued to treat you like you were fragile, the way he set you down on the bed was like he was placing an expensive glass in a bed of bubble-wrap. Clambering on top of you he made sure to hover above you, putting none of his weight on you and leaning down to kiss you again. This time it was your hands that made their way under his shirt, fingers tracing over his abdomen like you were trying to memorise every small detail you touched. It didnât take long for Yunho to get the hint, breaking the kiss for a moment to discard his shirt, tossing it to the other side of the room before bringing his own hands to the hem of your hoodie.Â
âCan I?âÂ
âMmhm.â You nod sitting up a little to help him take the item of clothing off you, tossing it to the side with his shirt before coming back to you and hooking his fingers in the waistband of your leggings.Â
âAnd these?â You canât help but smile at the way he asks you every step of the way.Â
âYou donât need to ask, but yes you can.â You giggle shyly.Â
âI just donât want to make you uncomfortable.â Yunho smiles as he tosses your leggings to the pile of clothes. Sitting back on his heels Yunho didnât want to tear his eyes away from you, granted heâd seen you in a swimsuit plenty of times from the many beach days youâve had over the years, but right now was very different, it wasnât a swimsuit you were wearing but your underwear, garments that are kept for private eye. Everything about the way you looked right now was so intimate and butterflies could be felt in his stomach from how much you trust him to see you in such a way.Â
âAre you okay?â You ask a little worried. He gives you a light nod with a sweet smile running his hands over your thighs.Â
âYouâre just so pretty.â You could feel your cheeks warm up again and you could only imagine how red you were, out of embarrassment you cover your face wishing the redness to die down.Â
âNo, no, don't cover your face, I want to see you.â He coos crawling back on top of you, gently pulling your hands from your face keeping them tightly in his own hand.Â
He took another short moment to admire you before giving into his need again, missing the feeling of your lips against his. He didnât break the kiss when removing the rest of his clothes, yes it was a bit clumsy in execution but he didnât care, he didnât want your lips away from his for another second, he had lost time to make up for. You were the one to break the kiss when you felt his cock lightly graze against your thigh. Taking a curious glance down you feel your breath hitch at the sight of him, seeing Yunho in this way had you flustered but nerves were setting in as you wondered if youâd be able to to take him.Â
âEverything okay?âÂ
âSo...big.â You pant looking back up to him wide eyed. Yunho tried to hide how much his ego grew at your comment but the slight smirk on his face gave him away.Â
âI guess Iâll have to do a good job in prepping you then.â He chuckles before kissing his way down your body, stopping at the hem of your panties shooting you a look asking for permission which you happily grant with a nod. You realised how exposed you were to Yunho, closing your legs in embarrassment to stop his gaze.Â
âItâs okay.â He says softly, lightly parting your legs.Â
âYou donât need to be shy with me, Iâll look after you.â With your legs parted Yunho smiles down at your soaked core, as much as heâd love to sit and admire it he knew just how nervous you were so he did the one thing that would take your mind off it.
Easing you into it he licked a stripe along your core, collecting your arousal on the tip of his tongue and a soft hum coming from you that was telling him he was doing something right. Glancing up at you he could see your eyes were shut, head back on the pillow taking in his touch. He kept his eyes on you as he moved his tongue to give small kitten licks to your clit, watching how your breath hitched and your face scrunched up beautifully at the contact.Â
Yunho took the leap, wrapping his lips around you to suck lightly at your clit making you quickly sit up to look at him a small moan leaving your lips as your eyes meet his. The sight of Yunho between your thighs and the way he switched between light sucks to little kitten licks had you losing all control and any embarrassment that you felt prior had melted away. A load moan escaped you as he inserted a finger into you, his long finger reach deeper into you than your own ever could. Yunho gave you a little while to get used to having only one finger before slinging in a second, eliciting another loud moan from you, spreading his digits apart helping to stretch you out a little.Â
The pressure on your walls, the way Yunho curled his fingers to hit your sweet spot and how his tongue never let up for even a second had you hurtling towards your orgasm. Your fingers tugged at his hair, holding him just where you needed him. Yunho could feel the way your walls started to clench around his fingers as your high got closer and closer and with a small smirk on his face he sped up his movements until within a matter of seconds your orgasm hit you, walls clenching around his fingers and your legs shaking either side of his head as moans of his name fell from your mouth. It was a sound he knew heâd never get tired of hearing.Â
Yunho helped you ride you your high before pulling away from you, looking down at your flushed post orgasm face that had his head reeling and made his cock ache even more for you.Â
âYou okay?â Yunho asked with a smile crawling back up to meet your face.Â
âW...Wow.â You borderline squeak at him unable to think of anything else to say, your mind still coming down from itâs high. He tried to hold back the small laugh that he wanted desperately to let out over your reaction.Â
âI think youâre prepped enough now...thatâs if you still want to go on.â You nod your head a bit too quickly, your eagerness coming through.Â
âPlease.â Your green light was what he needed to finally be able to fully give in to you, capturing your lips again as he lined himself with your core.Â
âIf I hurt you or youâre uncomfortable tell me.â He whispered against your lips.Â
âYou wonât.â But that wasnât enough for him, pulling away from your face he looks at you with an intense stare.Â
âY/n...I mean it I need you to promise me.â He couldnât bare the thought of hurting you even the smallest bit.Â
âI promise Yunho.â You giggle wrapping your hands around the back of his neck pulling him back to you.
The deep kiss was enough to distract you from the small sting of the stretch as he entered you, his size being more than what youâve had before, but Yunho was patient, using small shallow thrusts to ease you into it until he was fully sheathed inside you. A quiet shaky moan left your lips as you started to adjust to him.Â
âTake your time, take as long as you need.â Yunho reassured you kissing you through the whole process. Once you finally adjusted you rolled your hips against Yunho to get some friction going.Â
âYunho...please move.â You whimper under him. His thrusts started slow and sweet, mostly to make sure you stayed comfortable but the way he could feel every inch of you as he slowly thrust into you had his head going fuzzy. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he slowly started to pick his pace up, moans and cries filling the room as you lost yourself to the pleasure. Lifting your hip slightly and holding you in place with one hand Yunho was able to hit deeper into you, grazing your sweet spot deliciously with each thrust making your eyes roll back before your face started to contort in pleasure. The mere sight of you under him, basking in the pleasure he was giving you was enough to make him cum there and then but he held off for as long as he could, not wanting the moment to end.Â
With his free hand Yunho lifted it from the bed and pulling one of your hands from him, lacing his fingers with yours as he held your hand next to your head, rubbing small circles on your knuckle with his thumb. You manage to open your eyes for a moment only to be met with Yunho looking at you like you were the only thing to exist, it made your heart flutter but also gave you a small feeling of embarrassment knowing heâd been looking at you like that the whole time. You couldnât handle it, covering your face with one hand again to hide your embarrassment.Â
âHey,â Yunho whispered a little breathy.Â
âWhat did I say earlier? Donât cover that pretty face of yours.â He cooed using his other hand to hold yours in the same way making sure you wonât cover your face again.Â
Yunho had set a rhythmic pace, not once neglecting your sweet spot since the moment he found it, the whole thing had your second orgasm approaching and if your walls fluttering werenât enough of a tell tale sign then the way your moans got louder and his name continuously fell from your lips told him all he needed to know.Â
âYunho.â You cry out your grip on his hands tightening just like the knot in your stomach that was threatening to break at any moment.Â
âItâs okay, cum for me.â He pants out trying to hold himself off for as long as he could waiting for you to reach your orgasm first. His words and a few extra thrusts was all you needed before your second orgasm of the night, your mouth hung open in a silent scream as your vision blurred over from the intensity. Yunho wished he was able to help you ride it out for longer but the way your walls clenched around him like a vice spurred his own orgasm on, forcing him to pull out quickly to pump his cum over your thigh painting your skin white while low groans of pleasure filled your ears.Â
Yunhoâs eyes fell shut as he dropped to the side of you panting heavily. You were still in the state of post orgasm bliss, your thighs still quivering from your high and as much as youâd love to get up to clean the cum from your leg you knew you wouldnât be able to make it to the bathroom just yet without dropping to the floor from how shaky your legs are.Â
âY/n.â Yunho managed between pants, catching your attention as you tilt your head to the side to look at him.Â
âI love you, I hope you know that.â You didnât hold back the smile that spread on your face, those three words finally left his lips and they were all for you. Bringing a hand up to run your fingers through the strands of his hair you connected your forehead with his.Â
âI love you too, I hope you know that.â You confess repeating his words back to him which made him giggle before kissing your nose lightly.Â
âI promise Iâll clean you up...I just need a minute.â You erupt into a fit of giggles loving how heâs still thinking about you and your comfort despite the trouble he seems to be having getting his breath back. After all these years of silently loving each other you never thought this day would ever come but now it was here you wouldnât change a thing about it. Yunho was your best friend and he always will be, just now youâre able to love each other more than just friends. Unconditionally.Â
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Home is wherever I'm with you..
AN: I love this song, and i really wanted to write something for Hvitserk too.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. THIS IS NOT FOR YOUR EYES.
Now, when the shores of Kattegat came into view after long years, it felt surreal. The place you once called home, what you swore you won't leave was now right before you. You quietly left when it became too painful for you to stay. Surely the gods wouldn't want oyu to live a life of suffering. A swedish earl welcomed you, His wife Ellisif became a friend of yours soon enough. You had come all this way to join the great army to avenge the great Ragnar Lothbrok's death. Your heart still cried for him and his sons just as much as for Lagertha. You might not be able to call this place home anymore, but they all still had a place in your heart. You were in one of the ships that arrived the latest, so there wasn't many people looking over anymore.
Helga looked back to the dock, stopping Floki in his steps.
-Floki i think i am seeing ghosts. - she said not being able to look away from you. You smiled at them holding your hand out, welcoming them for a hug.
-(Y/n), we thought you were dead. - Floki said with his little laugh.
-Oh Floki, there were times when life was unbearable, but it would took more than that to kill me, don't you think? - you laughed in their embrace.
-Come now, come. Let's have a drink and you can tell us where have you been?! - he said as he urged you and Helga into the great hall. It was filled to the brim with people. Looks like the whole viking world was here to avenge Ragnar. You were talking with Ellisif now, when a man you did not know interrupted, looking at her as if she was solid gold.
-Ellisif, my love. You came, i am close to our plan, i am nearly king of norway.. - he said, as you felt Ellisif become terrified and anxious around the man. He must be the man she did not want to marry. She told you the story before. You grabbed your axe and held it to the man's neck, getting her away from Ellisif.
-Ellisif, find Vik, i got this. - you said to her, before you turned back to the man. - Can you not see that she fears you? - you asked him as you heard the hall going eerily quiet, all eyes on you and Harald.
-She had promised me years ago that she would marry me if i'd be an important man. I was an earl back now, now i am king. - he smirked.
-Congratulations, but that doesn't change the fact that she is terrified of you. She is married to Earl Vik of Sweden, you may go and find a wife somewhere else. - you said calmly, as he became angry. His brother handed him a knife, but when he took it he dropped it also. You lowered your axe.
-DO indulge me some more love. - he said hooking a finger under your chin.
You swat away his hand, storming out after Ellisif.
The sons of Ragnar stood there with their chins on the ground when Floki ran up to them laughing.
-You look like you've seen a ghost sons of Ragnar. - he danced around.
-Floki, did you not see? - Ubbe asked him.
-Oh i did, and i talked, and hugged as well... For a ghost she was surprisingly warm. - he laughed before urging them to go after you.
They found you on the beach sitting, looking over the water.
-We thought you were dead.
-I am, i just came back to haunt you all. - you said with a smirk before jumping in Ubbe's then Ivar's embrace, hugging Bjorn, then swat Hvitserks arm keeping your distance. - What did i miss? - you asked them.
-Well, our parents are dead, and i am married. - said Ubbe, the last part with a puff of his chest.
-So you became a man now huh? Who would've thought. When i left you fucked everything that moved. - you said laughing.
You talked and catched up some more, Hvitserk was way too quiet for what you remember him to be. Once you would've asked what bothers him, but now you just wanted to be away from him. It still hurt to greatly. You grew up together, and when he was old enough he too started to fuck everything that moved. Except you. As if you were one of them. He went through various slaves, they had shared them too. You had some fun with others yourself too, but it was never satisfying. You never felt anything for them.
-And what about you (Y/n)? How is life? - asked Bjorn.
-Well what could i say? Sweden is beautiful, my earl is wise and great, i am the leader of the shieldmaidens there.
-I can't help but notice you did not mention a husband... - Sigurd smirked at you.
-I see that you are still a good observer Sigurd. - you laughed. - no i don't have a companion nor a husband. I do not have time for stupid things.. - you said looking at your feet.
-Well i think King Harald fancies you now. He couldn't stop talking about your beauty after you left. - laughed Ivar.
-Ooooh, a king.. - you said circling him. - how lucky i am.. - you said before hitting Sigurd and Ubbe on the backs of their neck before running away, they hot on your heels. Hvitserk and Ivar stood there, he waited for Ivar to get down and crawl so he would walk with him. It was clear you did not want to talk to your once best friend.
-She left because of you you know.. - Ivar said as he crawled.
-Why would've she left cause of me? I wasn't the one trying to fuck her all the time.. - he said somewhat angry.
-That's what i'm saying.. - Ivar said with a cocky smile on his face. Hvitserk slowly realising what he meant. Before sprinting in after you.
When he entered the great hall, you were dancing around Sigurd while he played. The whole hall was watching you with smiles on their faces. By the time the song finished, you collapsed on the furs at Lagertha's feet. She smiled down at you caressing your face lovingly as a mother.
-We have missed you greatly (Y/n). If you ever do want to come back, our doors are open to you. - she said.
-Thank you Queen Lagertha. I am glad you are still fond of me. - you answered smiling back at her before Ubbe took your hand and yanked you up for another round of ale.
At some point the rest of the people retreated for the night, leaving you, Ubbe, Sigurd and Bjorn in the great hall. They were on either side of you, trying to get you to strip out of your clothes as Sigurd played quietly on his instrument, music quietly filling the hall.
-Don't let us suffer this way.. - Ubbe said touching his forehead to yours before you stood up, to dance some more.
-Shouldn't you be with your wife dear Ubbe? - you asked with a smirk. He was drunk so he did not watch what he was talking about.
-Hvitserk sure does take care of that. - he said with a bitterness. You walked up to him slowly kissing him. -You shouldn't let him do this to you.. - you whispered before straddling Bjorn. His hands around your waist ticklish, as you drunkedly lean backwards, trusting he wouldn't let you fall out of his lap. He slowly brought you back up to him, holding you close. Your hands fly to his neck, playing with his hair.
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The next day Hvitserk barges into your room without a knock, making you groan frustrated as Bjorn tried to keep you cuddled up to him.
Hvitserk stopped for a sec before pointing his finger at you.
-You have no right to barge in here after years and years and tell me what to do or not do... - he shouted making Bjorn snicker behind you. You slowly stood up, in all your naked glory. If they'll ever see a perfect body, yours was that. You walked up to him, so close in his face your noses were nearly touching.
-I did not tell anyone what to do or not do. All i said was he shouldn't let you do this to him. I know you know deep down that this wasn't right... - you said looking him in the eyes. You saw the hurt in his for a moment before anger took over.
-And what is this then brother? - he asked Bjorn.
-Two people enjoying themselves? - he asked him sarcastically.
Hvitserk hummed looking you over.
-Just because you wanted anyone but her back then and now you changed your mind cause you can't have Margrethe anymore it doesn't mean she will be yours. - Bjorn said before gathering you again in his arms, making you straddle him as he left his mark on your neck, all while looking at Hvitserk.
Later that day you were laughing with Ubbe and Ivar when Hvitserk walked up to you.
-Can we talk (Y/n)? - he asked using his puppy dog eyes, making you sigh and nod as you got up. You two started to walk.
-Was what Bjorn said why you left all those years ago? - he asked.
-It is all in the past now, you need not bring it up. I was young and stupid. - you said only looking ahead of you and never at him.
-You weren't.. i.. i was afraid.
-You? afraid? - you laughed. - afraid of what?
-You.. - he started, making you look at him as you two sat down next to a stream. - you were my best friend and i couldn't ... i felt things for you above that...
-Forgive me if i can not believe that.. - you laughed at him. - you fucked the entire woman population of Kattegat but never even looked towards me.
-I never said i was smart.. - he said smirking, putting a hand around your shoulder making you lay with him in the grass.
-Can i tell you a secret? - he asked as the top of your head touched his. He did not wait for your answer. Your silence was answer enough for him. - i wanted to be experienced to .. to blow your mind, so you'd want to stay with me forever. - he said smiling.
You giggled at this, so he got up on his elbow and started to tickle you. As you trashed around in a laughing fit, you didn't realized that now your bodies were aligned with eachother and his face was almost touching yours. You were looking into his eyes as he was studying your face. He leaned in to kiss you but you rolled out of his arms, even if it was the hardest thing you ever had to do besides leaving Kattegat.
-That doesn't change the fact that when i did come back, you decided to go and fuck your brother's wife instead. After all these years, you still chose someone else over me without a word.. and that says more than your words ever did.. - you said before walking away. He stayed there facedown in the grass.
That night at the feast you were sitting in Bjorn's lap, drinking, telling stories to the others as they all laughed. Hvitserk sat there without laughing on a single story. Bjorn had an arm around your waist and another in your thigh, as he asked..
-What's up Hvitserk? Doesn't seem to be in a good mood tonight.. - he smiled at him. Hvitserk just drank until he could barely walk anymore.
Again you and the sons of Ragnar were the last ones in the hall. For the past hour Hvitserk was watching you and only you. Ivar leaned in close and quietly asked him.
-So what will it be brother? What do you want to do? - he asked watching as Bjorn kissed you. Hvitserk was so drunk he did not notice the volume he was talking in.
-What do i want to do? I want to fuck her so good - he pointit at you while holding his cup - so good, that she'll forget about any other man and stay at my side for the rest of hers.. - he said making all the others look at him. Your face contorted in anger. You stood up on top of the table, and walked in front of him.
Tears gathered in your eyes as you shouted at him.
-Do it then.. then discard me like you did with all the others. I know it wouldn't last more than that. Do it then. - tears streaming down your face now. Sigurd and Ubbe hitting Hvitserk's back of the neck before leaving the hall, Bjorn gently taking you in his arms as you sobbed. Hvitserk just sat there drunk out of his mind. When he woke up the next morning still in the hall he only had faint pictures of the night before. What he did clearly remember is you crying and shouting at him. He did not have the will to look in your eyes after this, so he just left a bouquet of flowers at your door. Then for the rest of the days before setting sail he did not see or hear from you.
When the ships left Kattegat he saw you once next to earl Vik and his wife Ellisif. You did not look at him. Upon arriving in Mercia and setting camp he saw Bjorn put a flower in your hair, as if he tried to console you.
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In the first battle you saved him once, looking at him briefly. When it was won, he walked up to you, mud and blood covering both of you, he caressed your face.
-Thank you for saving my life back there. - he said.
-You are an ass but it is not the time for you to die just yet.
-And when is my time then ? - he asked standing even closer to you, his hand hovering over your waist, as he cannot decided if he could touch you or not.
-Haven't decided yet, surely will be at my hands. - you smirked at him, touching under his chin gently with your bloodied axe before leaving him there.
Bjorn stopped next to him looking after you.
-Do not fuck up this again Hvitserk. I promise i will take her away if you do. - he said to him before following after you.
That night you all watched Bjorn Bloodeagle King Aelle. Before leaving for Wessex, you all needed a night of rest.
Sleep did not find you, especially when Hvitserk was outside your tent, whispering your name. You got up and motioned him in.
-What? - you asked a bit grumpy.
-I just.. i have a few things i need you to hear. If.. if you'll let me speak.. - he said looking at his hands in his lap.
-Go on then.. - you said crossing your arms before your chest.
-Ever since i can remember i loved you. I made a lot of fucked up decisions and i know now. But i never stopped loving you. All these years all i've dreamt of was you being at my side, having my kids one day.. Something died in me on the day you left. I grieved you for years. I am not a good man (Y/n).. i am even worse in showing my feelings.. but please do believe me i love you with all my heart. Kattegat hasn't felt like home ever since you left.. - he said as he looked up to you. You both sat on the furs you had laid down.
-Then why hurt me all this time? - you asked with tears in your eyes.
-What could i say, i am a fool (Y/n).. - he said before scooting closer to you. - but your fool..
You looked up at him,bumping your nose into his. His eyes shone brightly even in your dark tent. He slowly caressed up your arm before cupping your face brinding you flush to him in your first kiss. It was slow, loving, then it gradually got more passionate as if he would like to prove his words from before. You started to undo his vest, get rid of his shirt before getting rid of all your clothing as well. He was so loving, so careful as if he would've been afraid to break you. It was the best sex of your life. FInally with the man you loved with all your heart, all your life. He held you close and never left. You woke up in his arms. He smiled down at you lovingly as he caressed your back.
Hours later when you emerged from the tent to gather your stuff, you heard the men whsitling and clapping at you two. You rolled your eyes but he smirked at you, kissed your cheek lovingly before tossing you over his shoulder and running around the camp..
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