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cypherthesuccubus · 23 days

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You can call us both….Daddy~

Alastor x Reader x Luci -Part 2- (NSFW) (MDNI)!!!!!!

WARNINGS: smut, threesome, daddy kink, praise kink, body worship, cock worship, Gentle Dom Luci, Dom Alastor, mate marking, blood kink, slight bondage, S&M, tentacle play, anal, DP, she/ her pronouns, vaginal sex, creampie, facial, slight RadioApple action

Other tags: fluff, angst

Reader will always receive aftercare!!! ✨

Part 2 coming at you~ what kind of shenanigans is gonna happen this time? Well let’s find out~ 😈✨

(Y/N’s P.O.V)

I’ve never had so much fun in my life!!!! Going to Lu Lu World was the absolute best idea ever!!!! It was literally so much fun that we stayed there until night fall. Definitely want to come back here again!!! It seemed like everyone was enjoying themselves as well. Except, maybe Alastor. He seemed a little distant like his mind wanted to be somewhere else, but at the same time didn’t want to leave just yet. I can talk to him about what’s up later when it’s quiet. We decided to ride the last ride of the night before heading back to the hotel. It was the biggest Ferris wheel in all of hell!!! I know Ferris wheels are as exciting as a roller coaster, but I love them nonetheless. We go through the VIP line, as we pretty much all pair up to go into these carriage like seats; having those umbrellas like roofs. Charlie and Vaggie were the first ones to get into one. They looked so happy together it was cute!! They definitely deserve each other!! The next one was taken by Husker, Angel, and Niffty. Even though they weren’t ready to admit feelings to each other yet; I could definitely tell that they were enjoying each other’s company a lot more than usual today. Unfortunately, poor little Niffty became the third wheel in their Ferris wheel moment. Honestly, I don’t think they minded it too much.

Then came the awkward moment where Alastor, Luci, and me had to share one all together. In normal circumstances, I would be having fun since they both are my friends, but due to them not getting along and also having feelings for both parties; it was nerve racking. It also didn’t help that they sat on either side of me, boxing me in with their thighs resting against mine. If that “Second Death” coaster didn’t kill me; this moment definitely would. The tension between all three of us was so thick; you could cut through it like butter. Luci then clears his throat, breaking the silence “Soooooo….did you have a good time today (Y/N)?” I look over to him, giving him a genuine smile “Oh yes! I did Luci! Thank you so much for taking us here!” He chuckles as he wraps his arm around my shoulders; pulling me closer to him “Anything for you dear.” Alastor then lets out a hum “This was satisfactory at best, but it was nowhere as entertaining then watching you being happy, my dear~” he then wraps his arm around my waist as he pulls me closer to him and away from Luci. “Awww, that’s sweet Al.” I then feel Luci wrap his arm around my waist as well; pulling me back to him with Alastor’s arm still wrapped around me. “Ah yes very nice, but honestly you wouldn’t be able to see her happy if it wasn’t for me.”

“Oh really~ Well you certainly must be full of yourself to think you’re the only one that knows how to make (Y/N) here happy.” Alastor then pulls me back once more, but this time Luci still had hold of me; not letting me go any further than the middle. “HA! I’m full of myself? Says the one that proudly calls himself “The All Powerful Radio Demon.” What is this?!? Why are they disputing right now?!? And why is the dispute about me?!? The way both of them have their hands on my waist; trying to pull me closer to either one of them got me all kinds of embarrassed. I’ve never seen them act like this with regular fighting. This is something completely new and I don’t know how bad things are gonna get. It’s even worse timing that them touching me like they are…..is making things heat up in certain places other than my face. Why is this turning me on so much?!? If this keeps going, I don’t know how much longer I can last before I die of embarrassment. “You’re being awfully quiet, my dear~ something the matter?” Alastor snaps me out of my thoughts, as I flush pure red from how close his face was to mine at that point. “Oh no, I’m fine! I’m-I’m good!” I chuckle nervously as to really hoping they don’t catch on to what’s happening to me.

(Luci’s P.O.V)

Something is definitely wrong with (Y/N). I know she doesn’t like it when I get into a fight with Alastor, but I honestly can’t stand him with his inflated ego. He thinks he’s hot shit and wants everyone should treat him as such. And he has the nerve to say I’m full of myself?! HA! What a joke! Other than his inflated ego, I really don’t like how….close he’s getting to (Y/N). As if he’s trying to one up me by getting cozy with her. I’ll give him one thing; he knows how to push my buttons. “Well darling~ If you like I can always transport us back to the hotel…if it’s too crowded for you~” Alastor then gives me this wide shit eating grin as his hand runs from (Y/N’s) waist and up her side; grazing his claws along as he went. She hitched her breath as she tensed at this sudden gesture. Oh~ is that how it’s gonna be? Huh? Two can play at that game~ But I can do better~ I then pull her away from his grip and into my lap, straddling me in the process. She gasped as her cheeks flushed bright red from my sudden movements. Shit! No turning back now; I guess this is my time to make my move. I place my hand under her chin as to guide her gaze to mine. “Ooooor you could….come home with me tonight instead~”

I felt her shudder when my other hand run up her thigh and onto her hip, tilting her chin to meet me in a tender kiss. I honestly thought she would pull away, which I wouldn’t blame her. I did just do something tht will potentially ruin our friendship, but she didn’t. Instead she melted into me, wrapping her arms around my neck to deepen our kiss. Her lips were just as soft as I imagined they would be~ She tasted so sweet~ I couldn’t get enough of it~ “Oh my your majesty!~ so forward of you~” I break the kiss as a trail a saliva strung out after we separated. “Jealous much that I got the first kiss and you didn’t?” Alastor then chuckles as he scooted closer to us “Don’t flatter yourself, my king~ just because you got to it first~….” He then grabs (Y/N’s) chin; turning it towards him “Doesn’t mean you’re the best~” He then brings (Y/N) in for a kiss as well; except he engaged into the rougher side of things. Their tongues swirled and twisted around each other in this fiery passion. I hate to admit it, but seeing (Y/N) so enthralled to the point she be came drunk on lust….it was exciting~ I wanted to see more of her expressions she could make ~ Alastor breaks the kiss with her; breath shaky as her eyes were half lidded from the shear pleasure she must be feeling right now.

“You see, your majesty? Just look how she got from just my kiss alone~” I chuckled as I pull her back to lay against me “All thanks to my kiss, of course.” I start running my hands up her thighs; all the way to grab her ass as I begin massaging it. She moans softly in my ear; driving me deeper into wanting more by the second. I see Alastor lean over to whisper “Do you think this is a good idea while in public, your majesty?” For once, I actually agreed with him on something. It would not be a good thing if this was out there for everyone to see. I had to stop massaging her; running my hands up to the small of her back as I whispered in her ear “He’s unfortunately right sweetheart…..now did u want to take this back to the hotel?~ Or to my chambers?~….I do have a bigger bed for this kind of thing~”

(Alastor’s P.O.V)

I don’t know what has came over me!!!! One minute I was keeping my distance, as to not further provoke anything. Then the next thing I know, I’m trying to one up Lucifer by touching and kissing (Y/N)!!!!! What in hell’s name has gotten into me!!!! I never do such things as this!!! This is unlike me in every way!!! But here we are!! Taking Lucifer’s portal back to HIS MANOR in HIS ROOM!! How did I get mixed up in this? What possessed me to…..be possessive?! Lucifer breaks the silence as soon as the portal disappears from view. “Alrighty, here we are….sooooo….how is this gonna work?” (Y/N) and I both looked confused at him; wondering what he meant by that? (Y/N) then speaks up “Wait…are you saying that…y-you want us all to….h-have a threes-some? But I thought you guys can’t stand each other.” I laugh as I fix my monocle “We still don’t, my dear…..but…I suppose I’ll this slide….just this once~” I step closer to (Y/N) as I grab her hand gently; raising it up to my lips to kiss the back of her hand. She flushes as she stutters to speak “B-But….there’s s-something I need to t-tell you guys…..but I….I-I don’t know how to tell you.” I place my finger against her lips; softly shushing her.

“Hush now, my dear~ words are cheap~” Soon then Lucifer approaches from behind her; wrapping his arms around her torso whilst kissing her neck “Let your body do the talking instead~” She shuddered as Lucifer moved his hands to cup her breasts; massaging them as he continues to kiss her neck. I then lean down to capture her lips once more; slowly moving our mouths and tongues together in such a gentle passion. I then wrap my arms around her body as well, except my hands found their way to her ass; gripping and massaging it as our kiss got deeper. She was like putty in our hands; melting and writhing against Lucifer and I’s manipulations. There’s is at least something Lucifer and I have in common; that was to see all the faces and hear all the noises she could possibly make~ We gently start to strip her down; leaving her gorgeous body exposed and vulnerable to us. I then start to remove my own clothes as well; placing them neatly on the nightstand table. “Damn Al! Didn’t know you were that skinny.” Lucifer laughs as he was already stripped down as well. “And you somehow got even shorter.”

“Oh fuck you!” I chuckle darkly as I grip his chin up to meet my gaze “Tempting~ but no, your majesty. There’s a lady here in need of our attention~ Let’s not keep her waiting any longer, shall we?~”

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spacedace · 10 months

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Here be the first little bit of the new DP x DC AU I warned about earlier where Tim, due to his constant repeated attempts at cloning Bart & Kon, accidentally summons slightly eldritch Elle who is very interested in what he’s up to.

As always feel free to run with this as a prompt if yall find anything here interesting :D

Tim didn’t mean to summon her.

He’d been in the lab, staring at the data on the latest failed attempts at cloning Kon and Bart and feeling like he was cracking in two. Eyes burning, chest tight, world spinning out into shifting impossible shadows around him as his mind and body struggled to push him forward into another day without sleep. The hush of water in the tanks, his unsteady steps on the cement floor, the chill seeping into his bones.

He stumbled and swayed through the maze of the lab, numbers dripping like blood down the screen as he tried to stare at the figures. He needed to try again, needed to bring them back, in whatever capacity he could. This time would work. This time he’d get it right.

When he saw her, feet clumsy as he rounded a corner, he thought she was just another hallucination.

How could she be anything else?

Skin like a polished mirror, hair like the white-hot flash of lightning, eyes as green as the depths of the Lazarus Pits. She floated before a tank, spectral and strange with a long wisping tail that drifted off into nothingness in place of legs, body shifting and changing before his eyes in ways that bodies should not be able to. Outside of the eyes the face was…not there. An impression of the shapes that you’d expect to see in a human face, like the Question’s. Sometimes though the features defined, sharpened. Mirror bright skin crackling as faces took shape in the glass.

In the low light of the lab, he almost imaged one of those faces was Kon’s. Dimples and freckles and high cheek bones and the slant of a silhouette that haunted Tim’s dreams at night. A flicker of her lightining hair and it was gone. Smoothed back into soft blankness once more.

He watched from the of the aisle as she lifted too-long mirror shard fingers and rest them gently on the glass as she seemed to peer in at the lifeless body inside.

Attempt 76.

One of his tries with Bart. The organs hadn’t grown right during the age-up process. Tim had cried for that one as he had for all the others. As he had for Bart and Kon when they had died. As he still did as the fact that it was more maddened grief than hope that kept him pushing forward anyway.

He closed his eyes to the hallucination at the end of the aisle. Breathed deep and steady. It might be gone when he opened his eyes again. It might not be. It might be something - someone - else when he dares look next. He’d been through this time and time again over the days and weeks he’d been throwing himself at this agonizing wall. The only difference this time was the intricate strangeness, the total lack of recognition he had for the figure, baring the moment he almost saw Kon in its face.

Coffee. Maybe some harder stimulants, if he had any left. New data to review, new attempts to be made. He didn’t have time for the effects of sleep deprivation.

Tim opened his eyes.

He jerked back as he came face to face with himself, warped and strange and green in the reflective face of the being where it now hovered so close that if it breathed he would feel it upon his face.

She tilted her head at him, curious. Hands rose to cup his face, rest on his shoulders, wrap around his arms, cradle his hands. More hands than he’d seen before. More hands than he was able to truly comprehend, stomach souring as his eyes stung and strained in the attempt to look at the impossible warping of her body. Despite the glint of shattered glass that made up her fractured palms and splintered silver fingers, her hands were soft and warm where they curled around him. Almost human in the way they held him in place, the hold pleasantly firm.

He’d never had a doting elder aunt to pinch his cheeks and demand to get a look at him, but he imagined this might be what that felt like. The way the being shifted her head from side to side, his reflection warping in the curved reflection of the planes of her featureless face, added to the strange idea. His hallucinations didn’t normally touch him, though. And never so…kindly.

Tim felt his blood go cold as he realized it might not be a figment of his fracturing mind floating before him.

Swallowing nervously, he tried to shift backwards, to slip out of the many grasping hands before the softness turned sharp and began to cut into him. He felt something cool against the back of his legs, hair standing on end as static electricity built up on his skin where he brushed the trailing tail he hadn’t noticed her curl around him. The entity leaned in close, the depthless green of her glowing eyes consuming Tim’s entire field of vision, and he was flooded by the sudden, horrible awareness of being Known.

The world fell away from him, his stomach lurching with the sick-sweet feel of free fall that used to exhilarate him when he’d first become Robin and had flown from rooftops dangling by his grapple and his belief in the magic being Robin instilled in him. The lab, the equipment, the piles of data and desperate scribbles, the failed clones, Tim himself. All swept away in the flood of green and the roar of lightning and the cool press of glass.

He came to would could have been minutes or centuries later. Gasping and sick on the cold cement floor, shivering as he dry heaved. His mouth full of salt and copper and the burning crackle of ozone at the back of his throat.

For a moment, disoriented and dizzy, he thought it had all been a hallucination after all. Or some fractious dream visited upon him by his torn and tattered mind after he’d finally collapsed from exhaustion on the lab floor. That the entity truly had been just in his mind, a consequence of his refusal to rest until his work was done.

Then he felt the glass-cool fingers running through his hair, the warm hand rubbing at his back, heard the low murmurs of reassurance in a voice that was almost, almost human.

He spasmed as he tried to jerk away, hissing with the sharp sting of pins and needles dancing over every nerve. His limbs were heavy and clumsy, and he was crashing back to the cold floor under his own weight before he could even try and drag himself away. His breathing came in short, aching gasps as he tried to twist away, only managing to roll to his back to see the entity where it sat calmly looking down at him.

She had a face now. A solid, steady one that fit her in a way that made him think it must be her real one, though what that meant exactly he didn’t know. The glowing eyes had dimmed and shifted, more human looking with black pupils and white sclera. Button nose marked with silver-tarnish freckles that spread over her cheeks too. A mouth, with lips curled into an apologetic smile. Her hair, still shifting as if caught in a wind that wasn’t there, was still the bright white it’d been before, but the lighting of the locks had settled into faint crackles between the curls. Whatever she was, whatever she’d done to him, he could look at her without feeling like his mind might just crack in two.

“Wha-“ His voice cracked, painful and hoarse like he’d been screaming. Maybe he had been. Swallowing around the burn in his throat, he choked out a hissed, “What are you?”

Her head tilted in that curious slant again, more human features giving her a bright, youthful look as she peered down at him questioningly. “You summoned me, Little Gaffer, shouldn’t you know?”

Gaffer is a term used for a glass crafter, as well as light technicians for stage/movie productions. I’m using it as the term for the person who creates a Clone, with the clone themselves being a Mirrorborn, and the person they are cloned from being called the clone’s Reflected. Gaffer is probably a bit of a stretch for this, technically I think someone who makes mirrors would be called a Glazier (Glaziers are glassmakers) but I wasn’t vibing that as much. Besides I like the vibe of glass + light = mirror in a way.

Anyway, opening volley of a new AU where Tim ends up becoming like a warlock to Elle to get his loved ones back, while Elle is just having the time of her sorta eldritch little life watching this absolute mess of a human wreck shit and cause so much chaos even without the powers she starts giving him.

(Elle in this is both the God Queen of Clones/Mirrorborn as well as the Ancient of the Speedforce (which I’ve decided is called the Ever Onward in the Infinite Realms, because I literally can’t be stopped from trying to make normal DC things sound mystical because spooky Infinite Realms aesthetics haha)

Have a tiny bit more written for this, but don’t know how much I’ll end up writing for it with all the other projects I have currently lol, so if anyone is interested feel free to run with it as you so desire haha

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dp x dc writing prompt #Tim Drake #dani phantom #danielle phantom #elle phantom #god queen of clones Elle #ancient of the speedforce elle #unhinged tim but that's not a surprise #eldritch dani #kon kent #bart allan #mostly just their dead clones but still they're relevant #warlock tim #patron dani #unreliable narrator #only for a bit though #yall thought Tim was bad in canon just imagine what he'd get up to with fucky bullshit ghost powers #tim accidentally ending up as the leader of a cult because he actually is a prophet for a god like being #Kon and Bart are gonna be SO CONFUSED when they come back to life to this shit #Cassie just mad she joined the wrong Death Be Gone cult #also was anyone gonna tell me Cassie joined a cult after Kon died or was I supposed to just find that while reading wiki pages at 4am

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radiance1 · 7 months

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dc x dp (trans Danny btw)

saw this one where Danny is in a big brother program where he converses with Dick who is helping Fanny until the incident then he goes radio silent and then like gets an emergency text with his location and Dick takes the fucking bat jet and gets there to see Danny limping with a bear trap on his leg, baby Ellie in his arms, clothes fucked to hell, and tears in his eyes. Dick immediately takes them gets him some medical attention before he gets the gist of it from Danny who just says he was trapped my the mayor/god father/guardian since the Nasty Burger explosion and he got custody and while he was trapped with him he tried to “make” a perfect son since Danny would be and after a few failed attempts got Ellie but he was able to get out and sent “hunting dogs” to try and get him back and now their there which makes Dick think of the worst because Danny is trans and “making” a baby means you know and so Dick is planning murder and is heading to the mansion (I can’t fucking find it so if someone does than please link it o just couldn’t fucking find it)

anyway I’m adding to that, Danny is obviously traumatized since the whole electrocution and clone thing so he doesn’t want to tell anybody but he has to take care of Danny since she was forced to her core but was able to reform quickly which led her to this state and hes trying to comfort her, they end up at the manor and he’s clinging to Dick since he remembers how nice it was to have someone to talk to and he saved him to Dick is practically his lifeline at the moment and only trusts him right now, Dick gets Danny and Ellie a room first before answering any questions and Danny before letting Dick go says, “Thank you for answering even when I was being a bad little brother and getting you into this mess” he tries to say it light heartedly and jokes about being brother because of the program and Danny sees this as dragging more into the whole ghost secret which he is going to reveal soon but not right now he’s tired and injured but Dick sees this as Danny blaming himself for getting in the situation and Dick says, “You didn’t ask for this. You are not in the wrong. That… man. He didn’t have the right to do what he did to you and he never will. You were brave and strong, and you’re not half bad for a little brother” Dick smiles and Danny relaxed as he gives a hug to Dick who is surprised but so glad that Danny is willing to even get close to him and takes it gracefully while being giddy on the inside, “Okay time to get some rest, I’ll see you tomorrow” he waved as Danny waved back with a weak but soft smile. Dick didn’t close it completely but watched for a moment to see Danny holding Ellie and whispering sweet assurances and a small lullaby which made his gear ache that a boy could love his daughter so much no matter what happened, as he took a rest for the night

I don't uh, believe myself well equipped to handle this so I won't be able to add anything here so uh.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover

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strong-with-the-sarcasm · 9 months

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Part 2 - let the world know

“I wish I could let the world know that it’s okay to let the pain show and even though times seem bad, it always rains before the rainbow.” -A Little More by Machine Gun Kelly

Dp x DC: Regent!Jazz AU Vigilante!Jazz AU

Prompt Masterlist

In traditional Fenton luck, shit goes sideways when Jazz wasn’t looking.

The Joker breaks out of Arkham.

Now, Jazz is fully aware of the Clown’s evil-ness and Danny’s trauma with all things Circus thanks to Freakshow has her hackles raised when the spirits of Gotham start screeching in her ear mid-patrol that “Joker is free!”

Like hell the guy would stay that way.

Lady Gotham is anxiously watching the Regent stomp towards Arkham, where the Mad Clown had yet to fully leave the premises into Gotham proper.

Would Jazz kill the Clown?

Many of the Unquiet Dead of Gotham are the staunchest supporters of kill, kill, kill on a good day, but with the Clown?

They seethed, they writhed, they thirsted for their vengeance and with every life taken by the Joker, the number grew.

Jazz hated the thought of death, ironically.

It’s one thing to rule the Dead and Never-born, but to add to the Realms' population by her own hand?

(It wouldn't be the first time.)

Well, Jasmine Nightingale would have to check her morals at the door, because when Lady Gotham begins to hesitantly (then vivaciously) root for you to “please end him, dear” one has to reconsider a few things about themselves.

For instance, how would she avoid becoming the next Joker? It was a hushed confession of the Lady that made Jazz hesitate at the border between Gotham and Arkham-

A dead man's switch would trigger a Joker Venom bomb, infecting those nearby.

Would the gas affect a Liminal?

True, Jazz was very much a living being (she often woke up in a cold sweat with a hand at her neck, heart beating against her fingers), but she was Death-claimed.

Was this how Danny felt as a Halfa? Weighing the living half vs the dead to see which would win out in a fight?

Not for the first time, Jazz found herself thankful that she was only Liminal.

Heart in her throat, Jazz considered her options.

It would be easy to just run him through with her ecto-sword, a gift from her once-mentor Pandora, but she would likely have to fight her way through bats and birds to both get to and away from the Clown.

Jazz could also just ask for aid from Lady Gotham and/or the Unquiet Dead to enshroud her from vigilant eyes as she absconds with Joker to Crime Alley.

(Jazz was sure Red Hood wouldn’t mind if she dropped a dead clown at his feet. He seemed the type to appreciate a job well done.)

(If her heart raced slightly in response to that thought, no it didn’t.)

Despite all her reservations about murder, killing the clown felt like an honor for the Regent.

(Blood had long since been on her hands.)

The morning would bring chaos as the people learned of the Joker's fate, Batman's failure to return him to Arkham, and how someone finally had enough of the black furry's inaction to stop the clown.

Sometimes, inaction is just as bad as action.

(A Fenton who learned that well.)

Jazz, in full Regent armor, mounted the Joker's head at the mouth of her alleyway, the same one that she used as a checkpoint between her apartment and the Park Row graveyard. A grotesque trophy that would be used as a symbol of the Regent's authority to avenge, of her willingness to cross the line of morality.

The Unquiet Dead who owed their demise to the Joker could now pass on and Jazz could call it a night.

That was, until whatever tomorrow brought around to spite the younger Fentons.

Typical.

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[This was more of a short fic rather than the prompt I first started with, but it just came to me. I want to explore some things with events leading up to Danny and Jazz in Gotham, but I'm not sure. I need help to describe Jazz's armor because I have a general idea, but I'm not sure about the details. Ideas?]

[Hopefully I'll be able to put more Regent!Jazz than Vigilante!Jazz, but I also really like Jazz as one. Bet you can't guess the name I use for her as a vigilante!]

#dp x dc #dc x dp crossover #dp x dc au #dpxdc #jazz fenton #Regent!Jazz #Liminal!Jazz #Jazz kills Joker #Sprinkle of Anger Management in there somewhere.#Vigilante!Jazz

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maislovebot · 4 months

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I love you in the worst way

Atsushi x reader x Akutagawa 3some

My motivation is finally back in full swing!! Please feel free to leave a request or two:3 This is my first time writing a threesome, please be gentle with me:’)

Contains: afab reader, they/them prns, slight sskk towards the end, no use of y/n, slight angst, implied hurt comfort, threesome, foreplay, spit roasting/dp, missionary, oral (everyone receiving), reader gets eaten out TWICE!! How spoiled, Atsu eats it from the back to eat Aku’s cum out of you, oral fixation, established relationship (Atsu & reader), Akutagawa has a crush on reader, jealousy, competitive Atsu & Aku, unprotected, multiple orgasms, overstim, like really, the reader has to stop because it’s too much, squirting, premature ejaculation, hair pulling, creampie, breeding kink if you squint, throat-fucking, aftercare, open ending

You and Atsushi are in a very dedicated relationship. Atsushi can’t imagine what his life would be like without you, and his self doubt would typically stop him from doing anything like this ever, but, something about this offer was too alluring.

You and Atsushi had a very fulfilling sex life, he was always so attentive and sweet. He was always touching you in a way he knew you liked, oftentimes putting your pleasure before his. But this was certainly new. Never would Atsushi have guessed you would have a threesome, with Akutagawa no less. At the beginning of your relationship, you and Atsushi both made it clear that threesomes were fine as occasional ways to spice things up, but you two hadn’t gotten around to doing it yet. He especially didn’t expect it to be with Akutagawa of all people. In all honesty, he wasn’t even sure how he got here. But however it happened, it was shockingly nice.

Sure, Atsushi was feeling a little insecure, but it was strangely attractive watching you get fucked by someone else, and he could tell how enjoyable this was for the both of you. You seemed to enjoy the change of pace, so he was willing to set himself aside.

Akutagawa was currently between your thighs, eating you out with absolutely zero shame. He gripped your hips to pull you closer to his mouth, pumping his delicate fingers to prep you. Your head lay on Atsushi’s lap as he looked right into your eyes to help calm your nerves. It was obvious that you were a little nervous, and Akutagawa can tell too based off of the way you subconsciously shut your thighs, trying to shut him out.

“Open your legs.” Akutagawa's attempt at dirty talk was honestly a little cute, considering how blunt it was.

You did as he asked, opening your legs enough for his head to fit nicely between them. He licked a stripe up your cunt, and glanced up at Atsushi again, reaching your hand up to play with his hair.

Akutagawa didn’t like that.

He’s the one pleasing you, right? Atsushi’s just giving the orders. Akutagawa dug his nails into your thighs to make you pay attention to him and Atsushi glared at him.

“Don’t do that. You’re lucky I’m even letting you in our bed.”

Akutagawa rolled his eyes, but loosened his grip on you. Akutagawa prodded his tongue at your entrance, past your tight walls, using his fingers to thumb at your clit instead. You whimpered at his actions, gripping his hair. Akutagawa liked how you grabbed his hair. He moaned into your cunt, and as a form of support, you lifted your hand up to hold Atsushi’s. Akutagawa still had a firm enough grip to hold you against his face, his head spreading your thighs further as he forced his tongue as deep as it could go. You whimpered again, wrapping your thighs around Akutagawa's head. You could feel yourself getting closer, and you held Atsushi’s hand tighter to stabilize yourself. Again, Akutagawa didn’t like that. He lifted his hand up, grabbing yours as it lay atop his head.

“If you wanna grab something, grab my hair. Don’t hold him.”

You didn’t wanna make Atsushi jealous, but you also didn’t want to feel the wrath of Akutagawa when he’s upset, already dealing with that enough when Atsushi complains to you about Akutagawa after work. You settled for both, holding Atsushi’s hand tight and pulling on Akutagawa's hair, forcing him closer to your dripping pussy.

When Akutagawa pushed his tongue as deep as it could go, you saw stars. He was different from Atsushi, as he was much less gentle. Even when Atsushi got pussy-drunk, he was still attentive. If anything, he became more focused on you. Akutagawa was mean with it, pinching your clit in a way that made you cry out.

“A-Akutagawa, please!”

Akutagawa moved his teeth to nibble on your clit, defying you completely. The stimulation was enough to drive you over the edge, and you came, your cum dripping onto the bed.

“Akutagawa. Don’t hurt them.”

Akutagawa sighed, pulling himself away from your cunt.

“They liked it. What’s the deal?”

“It’s just..I hate seeing them..like that.”

They both looked at you, expecting an answer, but you were still recovering from your orgasm, breathing heavily as the grip on Atsushi’s hand loosened as the tension in your body slowly got relieved. They both sat there, allowing you to calm down from your high. Once you did, you completely disregarded all their questions, clearly not looking forward to giving an answer.

“I need you both..I agree with the both of you. I like how Atsushi treats me so nice, even when he’s being rough with me, but I also like how mean Akutagawa is.”

They both sat in silence, agreeing to go with what you said.

“Understood. But refer to me as Ryunosuke. We’re having sex, I think we’re close enough to go by my first name.” Akutagawa said, going over to you to brush some hair out of your face from your disheveled form.

“Alright..Ryu.”

‘Ryu?’ Atsushi thought. You always call him Atsu. He wasn’t fond of the nickname, especially how similar it was to his. Nevertheless, he bit his tongue to make you happy.

Akutagawa, on the other hand, may have not shown much emotion besides slight confusion from the new nickname, but inside he was ecstatic. It was almost like you two were together.

Atsushi lifted you up, getting you on all fours.

“You wanted both of us, right? Is this what you meant?” You understood his implication, turning away from the embarrassment, but still nodding.

Wordlessly, Akutagawa went behind you. Atsushi wasn’t fond of the fact Akutagawa wanted to take you first, but he bit his tongue again. His patience was running thin, but he could tell you were enjoying it, so he decided to push his feelings down and look at the bright side. At least he’d be the first to feel your mouth around him, and this knowledge made Atsushi smile. He sat up and began to sit in front of your face, leaning forward to kiss you before pulling away and looking at Akutagawa.

“You’re lucky we have no protection on us, but you better pull out.” Atsushi warned.

Akutagawa nodded half heartedly, slowly aligning himself with your entrance. Luckily, it wasn’t hard to adjust to Akutagawa because of his shockingly similar size to Atsushi, who you’d grown accustomed to.

Atsushi still looked hesitant, worrying that taking him and Akutagawa may be too much. You, on the other hand, pushed your face forward to take Atsushi. He felt weak in the knees at your pleading face, so needy. He got the message, and he moaned when your lips closed in around his tip. Akutagawa noticed Atsushi was inside of you, and quickly pushed in the rest of the way to make you focus on him, and Atsushi glared, giving Akutagawa a ‘be nice’ look.

Akutagawa got the message, but chose to ignore it. He pulled out to the tip, then slammed back inside of you, making you moan around Atsushi’s cock, and the vibrations made Atsushi buck his hips into your mouth. Atsushi was trying to be nice, but you were so addicting. You started with kitten licks to Atsushi’s cock, and Akutagawa gripped your hair, rather gently all things considered. He leaned over you to kiss your neck and left small licks to it.

You groaned at Akutagawa’s actions, taking more of Atsushi in your mouth. Atsushi froze, pleasure overtaking him as you hollow your cheeks, giving Atsushi more stimulation. Atsushi whimpered with a high pitched sound, bucking his hips further into your mouth, making you take him deeper. You let out a choked sound and Atsushi almost pulled away, until you gripped on his thigh, giving him a pleading look. Atsushi understood, whimpering as you licked along the underside of his cock, before you were quickly brought back to Akutagawa as he smacked your thigh.

“Why won’t you pay attention to me? It’s like you’re not even feeling me.”

“I am..I just want to make sure Atsu has a good time, too.”

Akutagawa glared at him. This would’ve been so much better if he could’ve had you all to himself. It’s such a shame Atsushi got to you before he could.

Akutagawa sped up his movements, making sure you were paying close attention to him. He couldn’t go crazy fast because of his bad health, but he went so hard you could feel every movement inside of you. You let out a muffled whine, your mouth closing in on Atsushi more. Akutagawa lifted his hand up to your clit, and you could almost cry. It was so much. He kept thrusting into you, keeping a grip on your hair. It wasn’t strong enough to hurt, but it was surely giving you a message, the message being: ‘don’t you dare look at that weretiger when I’m right here.’

Akutagawa rubbed circles on your clit, the pressure made your knees buckle and lose your balance. Luckily, Atsushi was there to catch you to the best of his abilities considering his angle.

“Mnn, Ryu–feels good,” you babbled out.

Akutagawa could feel himself nearing his edge at your praise, and it embarrassed him how much your enjoyment meant to him. It was strange how much he cared about your happiness, as he only really associates servitude with Dazai. He wanted to please Dazai no matter the cost, even though it dragged him down an absurd amount. He knew the way Dazai treated him was hurting him, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to stop pining after Dazai’s approval. And despite all this, you were able to bring out a different kind of search for approval. It wasn’t like with Dazai how he wanted to prove himself purely so he could sleep at night, and because he felt like he had to try and prove himself whenever he could. He wanted to help you purely because he cared about you and it made him feel good, and the feeling was addicting. He just wanted more, more, more. All he wanted was to make you happy, to please you, to make you cum, hold you close, and–

Before he had even realized it he had started crying. He was still thrusting inside of you, but his vision was bubbly with tears and he couldn’t tell why; he wasn’t the most in tune with his emotions after all.

Luckily, after all those years of torment, he had learnt to cry completely silently, as God knows what would happen to him if Dazai caught him crying. The only person who could see Akutagawa’s face was Atsushi, and he was preoccupied with your mouth.

“I’m c-close,” Akutagawa mumbled. It was expected for him to cum much faster than you two considering his health and his lack of experience, and he expected you to judge him for it, but all you did was nod and pick up the pace with Atsushi. Atsushi was also rather sensitive, and he cried out when you started to suction on his cock even more than before. So warm, so welcoming. Akutagawa came, unable to pull out due to his hypersensitivity. Atsushi followed quickly after. Atsushi pulled out to cum into his hand, as even after all the time you two have had sex, he’d always be too embarrassed to cum on your face or in your mouth.

“So good, both of you, you–”

“Hey, you didn’t cum. I think Akutagawa should keep going.”

How the hell could Atsushi tell? He wasn’t even the one fucking you.

It made Akutagawa jealous. Why was Atsushi allowed to know so much about you, but he wasn’t? They both had similar backgrounds, so why choose him? Why not me? Akutagawa thought. It upset Akutagawa to know that Atsushi knew you better than he ever will.

Nonetheless, Akutagawa followed Atsushi’s orders, not wanting to leave you without orgasm. He moved his hand up, teasing at your hole and rubbing his thumb over your clit.

“Why couldn’t I get you to come?”

“It’s not something you did, don’t blame yourself. Just prove you can make me cum now.”

Your understanding nature never failed to make Akutagawa weak in the knees. It was so simple, you were just kind to him. You didn’t expect the world out of him, and it drove him crazy.

He pushed a finger inside of your cunt, curling it up towards your g-spot as his thumb rubbed circles on your clit. Atsushi watched, and as jealous as he was, he couldn’t deny how hot it was to watch you whimper and whine and arch your back from a different point of view. It was so hot and he couldn’t even tell why.

You arched your back more as Akutagawa added in a second finger, thrusting in and out, in and out. He had slowed down his actions significantly, and it didn’t take long for you to come on his fingers. As you came you let out a loud moan and you curled your fingers into the bedsheets, lifting your ass higher in the air.

You panted gently, and Atsushi pet your hair to calm you down. That was until he had processed what really happened. Akutagawa had actually come inside of you. You didn’t seem to mind all that much, but it made Atsushi incredibly jealous. He wordlessly stood up, walking behind you and pushing Akutagawa out of the way. He saw Akutagawa’s cum dripping out of you, and immediately licked it up from your filled cunt, making you spasm and lose balance on the bed. Akutagawa wordlessly stood there, staring at the erotic sight before him. Something about seeing Atsushi lick up his cum was so. hot.

“A-Atsu! Sensitive!”

“I know, if it’s too much just tell me.”

You whined and nodded, your face pushing into the bed as you tried to balance yourself. Atsushi feverishly sucked at your folds, licking all of Akutagawa’s cum from your cunt. Once it was all cleaned up, he thrusted his tongue inside of your twitching hole, attempting to force Akutagawa’s cum out of you.

Akutagawa stood there, staring at your cunt and Atsushi’s mouth. He was practically drooling at the sight, your arms trembling and trying to hold yourself up as you teared up, loud moans and whines leaving your lips. Atsushi thrusted his tongue inside of you, trying to get as much of Akutagawa’s cum out of you as he could. It was so overstimulating, all you could do was sit there and focus on keeping enough strength in your legs to not topple over. The sheer overstimulation was almost too much to handle.

Considering how you had just cum, it didn’t take long to get there again. You tightened on Atsushi’s tongue, pushing his tongue outside of you, forcing him to fuck his tongue deeper inside of you. You came with a loud whimper and a tighter grip on the sheets, and Atsushi left a kiss on your lower back as he pulled away from you.

“I think it’s mostly gone now. Don’t you dare do that again.” Atsushi said, his mannerisms much more sly than what was typical for him. He glanced over at Akutagawa, almost rolling his eyes at how hard he was again.

“Let’s switch things up, alright Akutagawa? Unless you’re too tired..”

You almost chuckled at how petty Atsushi was acting, it was so strange coming from him.

“Atsu? Are you jealous?”

Atsushi stiffened, his grip on your thighs tightening.

“Maybe, although I don’t think Akutagawa is all that different.”

Atsushi looked at Akutagawa expectantly, and he simply shrugged.

“Perhaps.”

By this point, Atsushi was teasing his tip towards your entrance. Akutagawa was sitting in front of you, staring at the way your back arched.

You gripped Akutagawa’s thigh, gently urging him to come closer to you for easier access. He was curious as to how you gave head, and based on Atsushi’s reactions, he knew it’d be more than pleasant. Not to mention it was you giving him head. He honestly thought you could do anything and he’d be satisfied.

Akutagawa rested a hand in your hair, pulling your head up to the head of his cock.

“Ryu?”

You called him ‘Ryu’ again. Atsushi felt another pang of jealousy, and as gentle as he wanted to be with you, considering how you were so overstimulated your legs were barely holding you up, but he couldn’t help but push into you the rest of the way in one thrust to bring your attention back to him. You yelped, letting go of Akutagawa’s thigh and instead whimpering and shutting your eyes tight.

“Sorry, Ryu. Here..”

You turned your head up, gently gripping Akutagawa’s cock and licking at his tip, jerking off the rest of his cock.

Now, Atsushi wasn’t a particularly jealous person; he was more insecure and vaguely possessive than anything, but seeing you trying your hardest to focus on Akutagawa instead of him, your boyfriend, he couldn’t help it. Atsushi pulled out to the tip and left one quick thrust in, making you let out a choked cry. It worked. You were still trying to pay attention to Akutagawa, but it was hard with how Atsushi was pounding into you like there was no tomorrow and running circles on your clit. It hurt so good.

Atsushi decided to do what Akutagawa had done earlier, pinching your clit. Akutagawa certainly wasn’t going slow either, gripping your hair and forcing you back and forth on his cock, and in all honesty, you weren’t doing much work at all. You mainly just rocked back and forth from Atsushi and Akutagawa’s out of sync thrusts.

Akutagawa was already close to cumming, and he was a little embarrassed. Curse his bad health. You knew he was close because he kept twitching inside of your mouth, and you gently scratched Akutagawa’s thighs in need of air. You were so tired and you felt used up, but regardless, you stuck it out in hopes of pleasing the both of them.

Akutagawa quickly came down your throat, and he tasted shockingly pleasant. You still thought Atsushi tasted better though. No one could quite beat the sweet taste of his cum.

Akutagawa stopped pulling your hair, slowly loosening his grip on it as he pulled out of your mouth. He felt so overstimulated, and he couldn’t even imagine how you must’ve felt. As far as he knew, you’d come three times already.

Atsushi wasn’t quite there yet, and although you were teetering on the edge, you knew it’d take at least a few minutes to build up that final sensation.

As a form of comfort, Akutagawa lifted your head again and left a kiss to the top of your head, running his fingers through your disheveled hair. He twirled what he could around his finger, admiring the look of if. The tender actions caught you off guard, and you melted into his touch as Atsushi kept going at it. You laid your head on Akutagawa’s lap as he played with your hair. It was a nice offset from Atsushi’s harsh treatment of your spent cunt.

Atsushi didn’t like that.

He was supposed to be the one to play with your hair and kiss the top of your head and comfort you through your absolute mind breaking orgasm, not him. Not Akutagawa.

Without warning, he switched your guys’ position around to where you two were facing each other in missionary. He kept thrusting into you mercilessly, rubbing your clit and kissing the sides of your face and licking along your neck, leaving small, delicate licks.

His general goal of switching your positions was to make you stop looking at Akutagawa, but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t because he simply preferred it that way. He liked looking at your face. It reassured him. He especially loved looking at your eyes.

And by God, was it worth it. He spread you out on your back, and he was met with the sight of your back arching up into his abdomen, pressing up into his waist. Your eyes were shut tightly, your throat rubbed raw from the loud moans you kept letting out. He loved the way your moans heightened in pitch as you kept letting them leave your throat. You kept shaking your head back and forth as you gripped your bed sheets, your thighs tensing and relaxing in a strange, off balance rhythm.

You moved your hands up to Atsushi’s back, raking your fingers down his back, making Atsushi hiss. Akutagawa saw the way you left white and red lines down Atsushi’s back, and he couldn’t help but feel turned on from the sight. He would do anything to have you scratch his back the way you were doing to him. You felt yourself crashing over the edge, and you ended up squirting all over Atsushi’s abdomen from the sheer stimulation. Akutagawa was stunned. The sight was the most erotic thing he had ever seen, and he wasn’t even the one parking in it. He felt so jealous, it was driving him crazy. Why couldn’t he be the one to do that to you?

The sight of your chest heaving from your orgasm driving the both of them crazy. He kept thrusting into you, chasing his own orgasm like a rabid animal. You moaned loudly as he kept going, the entire sight was breathtaking, so much so that he had practically forgotten Akutagawa was even there. Nothing else mattered, just him and you.

That was until you gently pulled on Atsushi’s hair.

“Too much..Atsushi..!”

You were cut off by one of your own moans, and you quickly yelped out as Atsushi pinched your clit yet again.

“Atsushi! Too much!”

He stopped in his tracks, wordlessly removing his hand from your clit and letting go of your hair, pulling out of you slowly.

“G-God, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what got to me—” Atsushi kept rambling on, trying to get you to forgive him for taking it too far, when you weren’t even upset with him. He was begging for your forgiveness before you had even gotten a chance to breathe. You loved him for his worried nature, finding it rather endearing, but you were worried he thought you were genuinely upset with him over what was obviously a total accident.

“Atsu, it’s fine. Trust me. Just lay down next to me..”

Atsushi nodded, holding you close. That was when Atsushi suddenly remembered Akutagawa was there, you had remembered as well, but you were too tired to even look up to see him. When Atsushi glanced over at Akutagawa, he was met by a somewhat lonely, but also surprisingly proud look? Atsushi had realized Akutagawa was proud of the fact he wasn’t the one who went too far, the fact that Atsushi was the one who couldn’t hold himself back. Atsushi rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to you. You buried your face into Atsushi’s chest, waiting for the string of worried questions bound to come any moment.

“When did I go too far? What did I do that made it too much? …” by the time he made it to the third question you were zoning out, and you simply placed a finger over Atsushi’s lips. He shut up, with a mumbled “I promise I’ll make it up to you..” leaving his lips.

“Ryu? Come over here..” you whispered, and he wordlessly obeyed, sitting against the headboard and gazing at you as you turned over to your back so you could look at both of them. Atsushi laid up on the headboard as well, and he checked to see if you had any bruises anywhere on your upper body, rubbing and petting any spots that tensed up when he touched them. That’s when Akutagawa had noticed the two small red scars on Atsushi’s stomach, and he questioned what they were. They looked like burn marks, but he wasn’t going to bother to ask. Not in this mood. That’s when Atsushi looked up, and saw Akutagawa’s jealous bitter face. He looked at Akutagawa quizzically for a few moments, trying to read him, before inevitably giving up.

What was going through Akutagawa’s head consisted of: ‘why were you all over that Jinko even after he went too far? Why not me? I’d never do that to you. I’d never take it too far.’ Amongst many other similar things.

You two kept sitting there for a few moments, Atsushi gently massaging all the tense spots, before Akutagawa gained the confidence to move over and rub small, soothing circles into your hips. Atsushi momentarily glared at Akutagawa, before turning his attention back to you, leaning down and kissing the top of your head. You left a tender smile, and the both of them went crazy for that smile. That smile that they loved. Atsushi was so lucky to get to see that smile every day, Akutagawa thought.

Akutagawa wanted to go on a long rant about how he could treat you so much better, how he was clearly superior to that ‘damn weretiger’ in every way, but he refrained, instead choosing to volunteer to clean your bed sheets and get you a glass of water. You would’ve normally told Akutagawa that he’s the guest, and he shouldn’t have to do that, but you and Atsushi needed a moment alone. Akutagawa seemed to understand this, standing up and exiting the room in what seemed like haste. You and Atsushi laid there for a few moments, your head in his lap, similar to the beginning of the night.

“I’m so, so sorry I went too far..you were right, I was just jealous. You were paying so much more attention to Akutagawa for a minute there and..” you placed a finger over his lips again, turning yourself to face him.

“I only did that because he’s our guest, Atsushi. You’re my man, not him.”

“You even had a nickname for him though..! I know it’s dumb but that’s what really got me going.”

You chuckled, shaking your head.

“Do you know how long his first name is? I didn’t wanna have to say the whole thing every time I said his name. It was awkward.”

Atsushi’s lips opened up slightly in understanding, everything making a little more sense. He smiled slightly, feeling a little dumb at how he completely misread the situation.

You tried to lift yourself so you could straddle Atsushi, but your legs were still far too shaky so he helped you get on top of him. Once you were on top of him you tenderly kissed his neck and shoulders, eventually leading to the top of his head. Atsushi chuckled, leaning into your touch as you two laid there, basking in each other's presence.

After a few moments, you mumbled some form of apology. You were so quiet he couldn’t make out what you were saying.

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry that..” you started mumbling again.

“I can’t tell what you’re saying,” Atsushi chuckled, “what is it?”

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to cum.” You said, a little embarrassed if anything.

“Oh don’t worry about that, I still got to.”

“Not towards the end though. I sort of cut you off.”

Atsushi nestled his face in your hair, smiling into the crown of your head.

“Don’t worry about it.”

You nodded, a comfortable silence filling the room.

Little did you guys know that Akutagawa was standing outside your door and heard everything. He felt a pang in his heart from the indirect rejection, but he knew deep down that this was how it would go. You were so in love with him, he could never compare. He knew you loving him was a long shot, especially considering that it meant leaving Atsushi, who you were clearly happy with. He sat there for a few more moments, before wandering off to get you the water and clean the sheets like he promised. He silently entered the bedroom, with a glass of water and bedsheets in hand. You thanked Akutagawa for the glass of water, before drinking it so fast you broke into a small coughing fit and Atsushi giggled. Akutagawa would’ve as well, but his mind was currently occupied.

Atsushi brought up the conversation of a bath, and he picked you up when you nodded.

“You can join if you want, Akutagawa. It might be a tight fit, though.” Atsushi chuckled.

“No, I'll get in after. I don’t want to intrude.”

In reality, Akutagawa would’ve killed to join, but he had to sort his feelings out.

Atsushi nodded, looking skeptical. You buried your face in Atsushi’s chest, arms wrapping around his neck. You smiled into Atsushi’s chest at his tone, as it was obvious he was no longer jealous. It makes you happy as you tighten your grip on him. It was clear from Atsushi’s tone of voice that he wasn’t jealous anymore, if anything he seemed sufficiently more friendly with Akutagawa.

You and Atsushi exit the bath, feeling refreshed and certainly feeling cleaner. You sighed in contentment, capable of standing on your own now as you both exited the bath.

“There’s still hot water, if you wanna get in.

We tried to be fast, sorry.” You said, smiling at him. God, that smile.

Akutagawa nodded, heading towards the bathroom, the t-shirt he presumably put on while you were showering hiding his frame.

Atsushi laid you out on the bed, spooning you and holding you close.

Akutagawa’s shower was quick, as to be expected. Once he re-entered your bedroom, he looked over and saw you sleeping peacefully, and Atsushi looking at you with a small, content smile.

“Hey, Akutagawa. You can lay here with us if you want. It would be rude to just send you home.”

Atsushi leaned down and left a gentle kiss to the back of your head, awaiting an answer.

Akutagawa knew he shouldn’t. Sleeping in the same bed as you would only make him grow more attached to you, but the option was too tempting. He crawled into bed with you, trying his hardest to not wake you up and maneuver his way through the dark bedroom. He eventually managed, laying in front of you. He shamelessly wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight. He may not be able to be with you in the way he wants, but maybe he could settle for this. He just had to pray this wouldn’t be your last encounter.

Little did he know, Atsushi was going to have a very interesting conversation with you the following day, something about inviting Akutagawa into the relationship. Something about it was really nice, and he couldn’t quite describe what it was.

Wc - 5.1k

Currently resisting the urge to make a pt2 where y’all get together💔💔 yk in like a poly way..maybe I’ll write it eventually

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Dp x Dc thoughts and stuff

New Dimension, Who's This?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

From Danny's short experience Jason was about as trusting as he first was when Fright Night joined him. He didn’t think Frighty’s method of accept my eternal loyalty or die would work very well here. The guy, despite looking like a brick wall and a fridge had a child, seemed to have a very gooey center. Now to hope that wasn’t just the contaminated ecto.

Contact was the easiest way to get the bad ecto (Becto?) out and he was NOT one for cuddling. Just mentioning it made the man squirm, well not outwardly, but his core shivered.

Danny didn't see a big deal in it, but maybe it had been the years in the ghost realm, where personal space wasn't really a thing when you can phase through people... his human half was also used to Tucker and Sam, whom he'd shared a bed with so many times Jazz ended up giving him a pamphlet on "healthy polyamory".

Alfred, the name of the butler, had convinced Jason to take him on a tour of the manor. There were about a million rooms, way too many living spaces (no one needed that many seating areas), a whole barn, and a really nice kitchen with food that didn't fight back.

As they walked Danny kept close, either a hand on his shoulder or floating close enough to be up against him.

Although Jason seemed stoic externally Danny could feel each and every emotion he had. He never seemed uncomfortable with Danny, but he was guarded. Some feelings, like nostalgia, became volatile from the corrupted ecto and quickly turned into anger.

One of these times was just seeing Tim, his brother, came out of his room with about 12 empty coffee cups in hand. The feeling, for just a second, started as care that switched to anger quicker than Danny had been expecting. There had been an emotion between the two, but Danny hadn't caught it. The anger seemed more ghostly than the first part, it was shaky and unstable.

With that shift came a surge of ecto that sounded like a screaming child, Danny placed a second hand on him to help filter it out. His eyes flickered green then went back to the light blue with a grayish outline that they had been before.

Tim had stopped in his tracks, frozen in place with his mountain of dirty cups. No one moved. Then, as if nothing happened, Jason continued walking, leading Danny to what he’d come to find was the library.

Danny loved to read as a kid, but he died, had to stop the ghost coming through his parent's portal, save the world, pass high school, become king, and give up a more human life to dedicate to ruling an entire dimension that he never got back into it. Especially once he'd established peace throughout most of the realm: a majority of his work consisted of paper work. Very boring paper work.

"You can grab a book if you want." Jason sat on a comfy looking chair, leaning into it and slouching down. He looked a lot less intimidating like this.

"Nah. I have to read a lot for work, but thanks for the offer." Danny floated above him, one hand anchoring him to the man.

"What do you do for work?" Jason asked, not putting the book down.

"Lot of people sell their soul." Danny watched his own hair flowing in the air like it was underwater, he's not sure when it started doing that, but it looked badass so he wasn't complaining. "It’s depressing paperwork when you have to define the worth of a soul in numbers."

Jason hummed and continued to read. They sat there like that for a while before Jason spoke up again.

"How did you know the pit rage was taking over, when we were in the hall."

"Ghost speak isn't translatable exactly, but your core kinda babbles like a baby." Danny looked down at the man, he'd closed his book. "It cries when it's angry and cries when it's sad, but your human emotions come first and are amplified by your core."

"So, what, you just heard a ghost crying?"

"More like I heard your human emotions through a megaphone and then ghostly crying right after."

Jason picked his book back up, but Danny had a feeling he wasn't actually reading it.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours to Danny. He didn't think it right to ask any questions. Besides, he was being vague about his own answers too.

Through the years he'd gotten the hang of being cryptic enough while still giving an answer from Clocky.

Clockwork!

Danny sat up, accidentally pulling Jason up with him a bit. "I need to get in contact with Clockwork!"

Jason grumbled and fixed his jacket, "Who's that?"

"The ancient of time, he'll know how to get me back and how to fix you... if he answers or wasn't behind this."

...

Jason did not seem happy about contacting the hellblazer/detective, but he was in town. What luck.

Danny no longer felt very lucky when the blonde detective with a strong English accent started yelling.

"This is the fucker wreaking havoc with the lazarus pits?"

Jason sighed, "Can you help us or not?"

The man breathed out a puff of smoke and mumbled to himself. "Yeah, yeah. I can help." He sat on the nearest chair and looked down at his PDA, or well, Jason said they were phones. This universe seemed a few years past his own. "The infinite realms aren't easy to get a hold of. You need to be pretty powerful to go in between the realms. How did you get stuck here anyway?"

"Was practicing with my dimension hopping dog, I went through a portal, he didn't. Now I'm stuck here." Technically that wasn't a lie, he was with Cujo when he himself had made the portal.

"Dimension hopping dog, right." He took another hit from his cigarette before grunting and standing up. Danny wasn't a fan of this type: arrogant bastards that believe you aren't worth their time. "Only thing I can think of is a summoning."

"Okay sure, how do we do that?" Danny asked floating behind Jason, a hand on his back. John looked at him skeptically, so Danny shot back. "I've never done a summoning that would be ridiculous! That's like standing in the same room with someone and calling them."

"Fine, let’s go down to the cave."

Once in fruit loop 3.0's basement the hellblazer pulled out a book and started drawing out patterns on the floor. Danny recognized a few words, which gave him confidence that the summoning would at least bring someone from the infinite realms.

The wording was very old, but from what he could read it was about summoning the most powerful being in the infinite realms.

Danny assumed it would be Clockwork, and just hoped its wasn’t some manifestation of Pariah Dark.

John finished, then turned to stand at the front as if he'd rather be anywhere else but here, and started to chant. The circle glowed a familiar homely green when he feels a pull in his gut.

"Fuck."

...

Jason watched as Constantine drew out the circle with strange hieroglyphs. He'd read that book when trying to find ways to remove the pit rage years ago. This summoning was meant for the strongest being in the entire realm. It could be any kind of monstrosity.

His stomach dropped when the sickly green glow filled the room. The shadows danced unnaturally and the room dropped a few degrees.

Behind him Danny made a blip of a noise and disappeared. For a moment he assumed the man was scared, making himself invisible to hide from the creature crawling out from a hell dimension.

Only he didn't feel Danny behind him anymore.

"Welp... didn't expect that. Definitely an ego boost I tell ya." Standing in the center of the circle was Danny. He didn't look anything like the man he'd spent all day with. He was a few feet taller, had pale green skin that shone almost white and six lanky arms with pointed nails. The fangs and slightly pointed ears he already had were pulled longer, his legs were just as unsettling as his arms, it almost looked like he'd been pulled through a black hole. Stretched through time and space.

His hair was longer as well, it floated above him like it wasn't experiencing gravity. Floating above that was a ring of a green aurora borealis. His face was hard to look at directly, it shifted. It was just the outlines, it was all eyes, it was empty, it was a black hole.

Around him shone little starts that twinkled occasionally, Jason had been part of the Justice League when a solar flare nearly killed half the planet. This being had the power of hundreds of those and was moving them around absentmindedly. one hand seemed to burn slightly, but it was too bright for him to focus on it.

He looked ethereal and terrifying.

Constantine broke the silence first, "State who you are!"

In a million voices that echoed through the cave and into Jason's chest Danny spoke.

"I am Phantom, King of the Infinite Realms, Champion of Pariah Dark, Bringer of Peace, Ancient of Space, The Great One." Da... Phantom looked down at the circle. There was amusement in his voice, "I see, the words I didn't recognize were a binding of truth, that means I can only communicate in ghost speak."

Constantine looked more fed up than scared, but he knew when the con-man bit off more than he could chew. He turned to Jason and whispered to him, "He's the bloody king. I'm not helping you fuck the king."

"I do not need help with that." Phantom said before shining brighter, a green tinge covering the edges of his body.

Constantine turned back, most likely expecting the creature couldn't hear them. "I met Pariah Dark, your magical essence is..."

"Ghosts have cores." Phantom corrected, crossing the central arms as the rest continued moving stars around.

"Yeah, yeah. Your core is different. Since when are you king?"

"Time moves differently between realms. On my earth it was about a decade ago, but by the zones standards it was nearly 50. When did you last hear about them?"

Constantine huffed, pocketing the cigarette that had gone out when Phantom appeared. “Three years ago, but I don’t delve into the infinite realms often.”

“Zatana helped me a bit with the whole being dead thing. Maybe she'll know?” Jason hadn’t talked to her much in the years that followed, she’d not been able to help him. Though now looking back he hadn’t given her much of a chance.

“Yeah, that might…” Once again Phantom interrupted Constantine.

“Wait, wait. I know this magical signature.” The two looked back at the being, “You're the bastard who keeps selling bits of his soul. Do you know how many disputes I've had to settle, how much fucking paper work I've had to do because of you!”

Constantine, ever the survivalist bolts. An act Jason hadn’t been expecting in the slightest. The hellblazer threw the book at him when he left, muttering something that changed the green color to something softer, less toxic.

Jason goes to stand in front of Phantom, the man he’d spent the entire day with was an eldritch being of unfathomable power. He excused the summoning with a wave of his hand, as the book showed.

Although he did shrink down to a more human size, only his face changed in appearance. The rest of him was still pale and lanky, the pointy ears looking cuter than they had before, whe they were as long as a sword.

Jason stayed silent. How was he meant to go about this. What had he promised to this being that it was willing to stay with him. What had he sold to the creature that dictates the value of a life.

“Oh sweet!" Danny/Phanton did a strange squat and wiggle like he was trying his legs out for the first time in a while. "Wanna go for like a walk or something?”

Jason’s brain seemed to skip a grove when he heard Danny’s voice coming out of the blueish creature.

“A walk sounds nice.” Jason said, ignoring how his mind was racing with the possibilities of this being really curing him… and of what he’ll ask in return.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

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(sorry this took forever, im certain being a fanfic writter curses you or something. So many fucking things were happening at once gah. I've had this plotted out since i posted part 2, but never got around to turn it into a realish fic)

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Wrathhhhh, if you feed up to it/inspo strikes may be gets something where RainDrop takes Bug to bed for the first time?

I have fantastic news and 4k of me being weird.

Ao3 link

I got carried away raise your hand if you’re surprised.

4k of jealous dew, brat phantom and mean instigator rain.

It’s slightly toxic and dubious but they’re all having fun and enthusiastically want each other ok but just know it can read a bit dubcon until the middle.

Warnings for a bit of size shaming, degrading, dew acts like he hates phantom but he’s lying, dp, lots of fun weird jealousy, yeah idk what I was doing here

Phantom tried to focus on the plate in his hand. He dunked it back into the water, rolling his eyes in annoyance at the small speck of caked on food that simply wouldn’t come off. The water was a couple degrees too hot, leaving his skin red and uncomfortable. He could hear a mild chatter behind him through the sound of water sloshing and the abrasive sponge on the ceramic. No words to make out, but a more intense conversation at least.

Whatever ghouls' presence that was behind him was coming closer. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, a nervous reaction or his sensitive quintessence acting up he never is quite sure, but the air around him starts to smell like salt water and smoke combined with the dish soap that covers his arms.

“Told you phantom would be in here” rain sing songs to a much more unsatisfied dew.

“And I’ll blow you about it later, can you just hurry up?”

Phantom drops the dish back in the sink, a problem for whoever found it next. He shakes the water and suds off his arms before turning to face the two in front of him. Rain seemed happy, a light neutral expression on his face. He tucks a piece of black hair behind his ear as he watches phantoms own body language. Dew however seemed less enthused to see him. His shoulders slump inwards towards rain, arms crossed in front of him. He’s not even looking at phantom, instead staring at his boyfriend like he’s about to drag him away himself.

“Dew and I have a proposition for you” rain starts, giving phantom a once over for any signs he may run. He’s still the anxious new bug they know, eyes full of something akin to fear and intimidation just from rain approaching him. It makes rain feel powerful in an awful way that he knows is greedy.

“Yeah of course” phantom only looks rain in the eyes, not bothering to look over at dew, an action neither of them have missed.

“We think you’re cute bug, we see the way you look at us” rain flicks dews hand as he rolls his eyes at the word cute, “wanted to come ask if you’d possibly like to join us tonight, wanted to know if you’d be our good boy”

“Are you sure?” Phantom asks. Phantom tries to study them. Is it a joke? Are they making fun of him? Rain keeps his friendly expression, dew resigning to stare at the floor instead.

“Very, I think we could have a lot of fun with you if you’d let us”

“Then I want to hear it from him”

Dew nearly growls, his eyes wide at the sentence. The simple but cocky tone having him want to abandon the situation and tell rain he told him so. Knew he was a shit head that didn’t know how to behave correctly.

If dew was being honest with himself he would be more than happy to spoil the little quint with rain if he acted as sweet as he seems. But an ungrateful brat? No one deserved his rain, especially such a greedy thing. It only makes it worse when rain cocks his eyebrows at him expectantly, cueing him to tell phantom what he wants to hear.

He’s more than baffled, even if he shouldn’t be. Rain wanted a challenge, and he was going to get one.

“I want you to join us phantom” dew mumbles.

A bright smile breaks out on phantoms face. Rain beckons him with a finger to follow them back up to his room.

Dew would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit that his enthusiasm was a bit cute. Maybe he just wanted to be sure dew was ok with him joining. Maybe dew was wrong.

Phantom doesn’t hesitate to kneel on the bed once they walk into the room. Surely a known and practiced move, probably how Swiss makes him wait during their usual shenanigans. His hands sit crossed in his lap, his eyes focus only on rain to wait for his next instruction. Dew hopes he can be good, especially if he was this well trained already.

He pads over to card a hand through his hair, tugging at the black and white strands. Phantoms eyes close as he gasps and leans into the pressure on his scalp. He doesn’t try to pull away, even opens his eyes with a look that practically begs dew to pull harder.

“That’s a good boy, you gonna keep being good for us bug?” Dew asks, rubbing at his skin.

Phantom nods in return. His head stays nestled in dews palm, practically purring at the soft touch. It’s nice, much softer than either of them assumed the other would be.

“Oh, see dew? I knew he was a sweet boy.” Rain coos. It’s silent as he walks over to the bed, both ghouls watching for his next move, to tell them what to do. It’s an unconscious reaction in dew to immediately listen to rain, even if he’s supposed to also be in charge here. He knows he’s not, only allowed to have his fun as long as rain approves of it.

Rain stops in front of dew first, pulling him in for a small kiss. Nothing more than a peck on the lips. It’s short and sweet, rains hand lingers on dews neck for another second as he pulls away, staring at the fire ghoul with a loving smile.

He steps in front of phantom next. Another loving touch to the side of his face, something to hopefully calm whatever nerves the new ghoul has. It was supposed to be another chaste peck to the lips but before rain can stop him, phantom has his fists in his shirt, pulling him closer.

The kiss deepens much farther past what rain had intended. Lips slotting together easily as phantom licks into rains mouth. Dew can’t help but watch in horror, he’s sure if phantom was any stronger he would’ve had rain in his lap with the way he’s pulling at him. The wet smacking sound from their lips makes dew ball his fists in the sheets to keep himself from forcefully dragging phantom out of rains grasp. It doesn’t help that phantom fucking groans as rain bites his lips.

Finally rain pulls back after what feels like an hour. A line of spit connects their lips and dew is certain phantom is fucking looking at him for a reaction. A horrible smug look on his face, purely waiting for dew to say or do something about the interaction that just transpired.

“That wasn’t very sweet of you bug, thought you knew better than to take more than you’re allowed” rain lightly chastises him.

“Sorry” phantom whispers, his head turned to dew just to catch his eye before turning back to rain “guess I just got excited”

Rain can’t help but smile. He can’t bring himself to punish phantom yet, especially since he looks apologetic, can’t fault him for wanting to kiss him so badly.

“It’s alright just can’t let you get spoiled now can we?”

Dew stares, baffled. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“What?” Rain looks at him with a knowing smirk. Practically daring him to do something when they both know he won’t.

“You’re just going to let him get away with that?”

“He doesn’t know any better droplet, stupid thing just got desperate” rain practically purrs, turning back to phantom “didn’t you sweetheart?”

They all know the truth. Dew knows he knows better, rain knows he knows better, and phantom certainty knows, that they both know, that he knows better. But to dew it feels like phantom is truly testing his limits. He wants to see what will get both of them to break.

“And since when do desperate sluts get what they want?” Dew asks, also looking at phantom. Rain still has a hand on his cheek, making phantom nuzzle into his palm innocently.

“I certainly give you what you want dewdrop, even when you act like a jealous bitch. So why is this different?” Rain scolds, not even looking at him. “Dew likes to give me a challenge sometimes stardust, but you wouldn’t do that would you?”

“No sir”

Rain could just beam at the obedience. A pang of pride in his chest at how well phantom listens to him. It’s adorable honestly, how enthusiastic and compliant he is to rains words, not to mention the thick air of jealousy between him and dew. It all goes straight to his ego, only fueling him to be worse.

“You can’t let him think he can get away with shit. Honestly shouldn’t even be allowed to touch you since our play thing has forgotten its place” dew sneers.

“Didn’t think you were in charge here dewdrop” phantom taunts back.

“Excuse me? I have mo-“

“He’s right, you’re not in charge here darling and you know that” rain cuts dew off before he can finish his sentence. “Are you just jealous? Upset that phantom is getting more attention than you? Do you not trust me to take care of my angelfish?”

Rains tone is sickly sweet, daunting like the call of a siren. It has dew immediately quiet, listening to rains words as if his life depended on it. A part of the jealousy fades out of him, grateful for the way rain smiles when he looks at him.

“I do, just-“ dew attempts to stammer out an excuse.

“None of that then. Show phantom how sweet you can be to me”

Dew is on rain immediately. He easily rips his shirt off of him, discarding it next to the bed. His hands run down his lithe torso, hot kisses trailing behind them. Praising any inch of skin that rain will allow him to.

He runs his hands slowly down to rains sweatpants, giving a small look over to phantom who seems more flustered than he should be given the proposition. The quint can’t decide where to look, doesn’t want to look either ghoul in the eyes, doesn’t want to stare directly at rains tits, he settles for shifting his gaze wherever he can. From dews hands that grip rains waistband, to the floor, to rain looking down on dew hungrily, his arms now crossed in front of him, pushing his chest together. The slightest bit of cleavage that forms makes him want to drool.

“Want you to watch phantom, eyes over here starlight” rain whispers. Phantom swallows thickly, allowing his eyes to settle on dews hands.

Dew finally pulls at rains sweats, slowly revealing him to phantom. It’s a teasing pace, both ghouls watching to see his reaction. See how worked up they can get him without actually touching him.

The band finally stretches past the swell of his ass, loosening around his thighs, enough to drop to the floor. Rains skin is perfect, hairless, smooth, phantom thinks he may be drooling as he watches dew thumb over his hips with a possessive look on his face.

Phantoms breath hitches as rain bends over in front of him to kick off his pants completely. Still slow and teasing, as if he’s showing himself off. Rains completely exposed in this position, plump little ass practically in phantoms face, his cunt fully on display for phantom to gawk at. His folds are already slick and shiny with arousal. Phantom would do anything to taste him.

“Like what you see phantom?” Rain asks, standing back up to face him. He stands over him, looking down while phantom continues to stare at his chest.

“Fuck- “ phantom chokes “you’re so pretty”

“That all starlight?”

“Please rainy, let me worship you, let me play with your tits” phantom begs

And oh, that goes straight to rains head. The glassy eyed thing staring at him like he’s a marble statue, carved by the delicate hand of a master. It’s awful, he considers letting phantom touch him as he pleases until dew has his hands on his waist, pulling him back with a snarl.

“Absolutely not. Hands off”

“Dew” rain warns.

“You haven’t been good enough to touch him” dew growls again, staring phantom directly in the eye with a look that would be threatening to him if it was anyone besides dewdrop.

“And you’re still not in charge.” Rain scolds, tearing himself from dews grip. “Don’t be selfish, I gave you your attention. Didnt think it would make you so spoiled”

“But rainy” dew protests.

“Honestly I don’t think either of you have been good enough to touch me”

Dew and phantom look at each other in shock as rain moves to sit in the chair across from the bed. Thighs hiked up on the arm rests in a lazy position giving a perfect view of his cunt to the other two ghouls. He moves his hands down his thighs slowly as if he’s teasing himself, a wicked smile on his face.

“Think you two should make up, put on a show for me” rain rubs up between his folds, barely brushing his clit that is on display. He bites his lip at the electric shock that courses through his body from the small touch, a gasp on his lips.

“You don’t mean what I think you mean”

“You know I do. Make up with him and then if you do well enough you two can share me”

Phantom and dew stare at each other for a second in some kind of pseudo dominance contest. A silent argument of who will submit to the other, admit what is in their eyes, defeat.

“Gonna let me fuck you baby boy?” Dew asked, low and gravely as he crawls over to phantom who looks like he’s about to claw him if he lays a hand on him, “put on a good show for rainy? Sure you make such pretty sounds when you’re actually behaving”

“And who said I have to be the one whimpering like a whore? You seem to need to be rains bitch all the time, I might as well make you mine too”

Phantom sits up to face dew too, a mischievous look in his eyes. Another silent argument to see who backs down first without actually laying hands on each other. Dew wants a fight, more than happy with physical force, but the satisfaction of phantom possibly asking dew to fuck him is enough to keep him still in their stand off.

“You’d look so pretty though stuffed with my cock. I know you can be such an obedient little thing, maybe I just need to get you all stupid and cock drunk so you’ll be good” dew closes in, his face only inches from phantoms. Phantom can feel his hot breath on his neck, lips practically touching the sensitive skin. He doesn’t want to give up, doesn’t want to give dew the pleasure of knowing he’s won.

It’s hard to think. Between being able to smell rains own arousal, seeing him slowly play with himself at the sight of the two on the bed, and dew who is practically closing in on him. He would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit that dews harsh words and degrading tone weren’t getting to him.

“Just say yes bug, tell me how much you want me”

Dew grabs phantoms chin in his hand, looking down at him from hooded lids. There’s a dizzying feeling in his head from the way dews other hands roams his body. Pets over his hip, plays with the waistband of his pants asking to get rid of them. He wants it. He wants dews hands on him, wants him to shame him for giving up so easily. Doesn’t care if dew gets cocky about it, just wants to be touched finally.

“Please, do something just touch me, need you” phantom starts to babble. His hands fly to dews to help in tearing off his own clothes. He tugs at his pants with dew before ripping his shirt over his head. There’s no time to process his state of exposure before he’s throwing himself onto dew.

“God if I knew you’d be this easy I would’ve bent you over a long time ago” dew laughs.

“Shut up, just do something, anything” phantom growls. He roughly tugs at dews own clothing as dew simply lays back and lets him. He has a cocky aura to him, a smugness about letting phantom act desperate after his stunts earlier.

“Gotta stop groping me like a slut and then maybe I’ll fuck you like one”

Phantoms off him in an instant. He lays back against the headboard, thighs open as his cock sits red and angry on his belly. Dew can see everything in this position, phantom completely on display for him. The way his cock fucking leaks from being hard for what seems like hours now, his little hole that is basically begging for dews cock in it, he looks more obscene than dew would like to admit.

“Stop fucking teasing then and prove it” phantom groans while dew and rain just watch him. Rain still sits on his throne like he’s waiting to be impressed. A slow slick sound comes from his fingers as he continues to lazily stroke his cunt.

It’s a challenge, something to provoke dew into being rougher with him and they both know it. Phantoms dragged down the bed in a second, knees pushed up against his chest.

“Shouldn’t have to prove anything to you when you’re already whining for it. You’ll fucking take anyone as long as it gets your little dick off won’t you?” Dew spits sloppily into his hand, smearing the saliva around phantoms hole. It’s barely enough glide for two fingers as dew shoves them in haphazardly. Phantom scrunches his face at the burn, a small whimper coming out of his mouth.

“Yeah? Is that all you needed?”

“Just fuck me already please-“ phantom squeaks as dew leans down to tease at his cock. He mouths over it, cleans the pool of pre that gathered on his stomach. He can feel it twitch over his lips and if dew thought he had any more time he would be more than happy to continue to savor his taste.

“Gotta get you stretched out. Don’t want to hurt you” dew coos, scissoring his fingers to open phantom up.

“Make it hurt fuck- dew please make it hurt” phantom cries as dew kitten licks at the tip again.

Dew can’t help but let out a shaky curse at the quints begging. He tears his fingers out to spit again in an attempt to lube himself up enough for phantom, even despite the pleas for it to hurt. Dew thinks he may black out. Getting phantom underneath him is satisfying enough, but for him to beg him to hurt him? Let him make a mess of him in front of rain? Dew truly doesn’t know how he can control himself.

“Yeah, I got you baby boy don’t worry” dew reassures him. He’s cute, even despite his awful mouth.

They both groan in unison once dew finally pushes into him. He’s slow, watching phantom for any signs of actual discomfort, but phantom looks like he’s about to cry if he doesn’t cum soon. He arches off the bed, hands fisted in the sheets below him. There’s a pretty flush down his chest as he pants trying to adjust.

“Please move please dew you gotta move come on” phantom cries.

“I’ll make such a mess of you, promise I’ll take care of you”

Rain still watches in amusement. Seeing his dew fuck the brat out of the sweet ghoul below him is more than entertaining. It’s beyond arousing to see him so commanding, watching as he completely takes phantom apart on his cock. He fingers himself open watching the two desperately fuck each other. Slick leaks from the three fingers stuffed inside of him and onto the chair, hot and messy. He can’t help himself, can’t help the little grunts and whines he makes as he watches dew fuck phantom hard and fast into the mattress.

He can tell they’re both close, the insults and degrading words fizzled out into curses and moans that have rain trying to not bring himself to edge too just watching them.

“Stop, off of each other” rain calls out retracting his own soaked fingers from himself.

Phantom nearly sobs as dew does what he’s told and pulls out. He scrambles to grab at him to keep inside to no avail.

“No rain please I need it” phantom begs

“If you stay quiet I’ll let you both cum in me, give you a little treat for being good yeah?” Rain pets over phantoms hair, laughing a bit at the tears in his eyes before laying next to them.

“Didn’t think you two should be allowed to have all the fun. Especially since you’ve been whiny brats this entire time”

Rain beckons dew over with a finger, silently telling him what he wants. He’s already loose and slippery from playing with him, doesn’t take any effort for dew to slip right inside of him. He’s hot and wet and so fucking pretty that dew doesn’t know if he will be able to last.

“You too bug, come here” rains calls

“I- will I fit?”

“Baby I think aethers thicker than the two of you combined, more worried if you’ll even get me off like this”

It’s mean, degrading, rains harsh tone and uninterested expression making dew and phantom both desperate to please him. They can barely comprehend their own thoughts, long since close to their own edges. Phantom isn’t sure he will last either just being in rain, let alone with dew pressed tightly next to him.

It’s almost too much. Phantom barely fits despite rain chastising them for not being enough. It’s slick enough that he pops right in with a sick wet sound, making all 3 curse with each other.

“Can’t move rainy, too much” phantom cries. His limbs shake, thighs trying to keep from bucking into him even though he knows he will cum almost immediately.

“I know, let me cum around you two and I promise I’ll give you whatever you want” rain pants as he reaches down to circle his own clit. He’s sensitive, borderline painfully so. Can’t help but clench down every time he touches himself even though he’s stuffed to the brim.

It doesn’t help dew and phantoms situation, even just his tight cunt clenching around them has them both teetering on the edge of their own orgasms.

“Too close raincloud, it’s too much I won’t last please-“ dew calls out, vision blurry as rains continues to leak around them

“Cum for me then, fill me up” rain gasps. His fingers twitch as he gets closer.

It doesn’t take much, phantom and dew both painfully hard and sensitive, just a couple more strokes is all they need before they are both filling rain beyond his limit. It’s hot, too much as rain also cums around them, feeling his own slick gush out of him.

He’s gross, a complete mess as dew and phantom pull out to gawk at the sight in front of them. Rain is fucking gaping, cum and his own arousal leaking out of him. It’s obscene how ruined he looks, pussy swollen and abused.

“You ok raincloud?” Dew asked, slightly concerned as they all come down from their highs.

“M fine angelfish” rain pants. He’s flushed and tired, panting from exhaustion and how sore he’s starting to feel. “Proud of both of you, happy I finally got you to get along”

“Dew started it” phantom finally speaks up.

“Fuck you bug” dew laughs

#I got so carried away #it could’ve been worse but I needed to stop jfc #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul

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Ao3

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Their first stop was a small café near Robinson Park; Alysia's Boba Bar & Café. After each of them had placed their order, with Jason paying, saying it was ‘his treat’ and that ‘he had promised he’d be the one paying earlier’, they took their food outside.

They did get some stares from the customers and employees, mainly aimed at Jason who’s wearing his Red Hood gear, but they just ignored them minus some intimidation from Jason from afar.

Though, Jason wasn’t quite sure if Danny actually ignored them or just blatantly didn’t even notice them.

Either way, they were currently sitting on a bench in the park. Jason had taken his helmet off and put it next to him so that he could eat, still wearing his domino mask anyway. He’s also still wearing the watch Danny had gifted him.

And he’s never taking that off, holy shit he loves it so much.

Danny is sipping on the leftovers of his boba, having already scarfed down his sandwich. Jason starts his tour, telling him about Robinson Park and pointing out Gotham Zoo right next to it.

After they’re both done with their food, Jason puts his helmet back on and they get back onto his motorcycle so he can point out important landmarks while driving around.

Jason and Danny proceed to chat a bit during the ride as well, just some basic stuff to get to know one another; favorite color, favorite food, how they would disarm someone with a gun and de-escalate the situation, opinions on otters and how they hold onto each other so they don’t drift away, favorite movies, etc.

And Jason is desperately trying to focus on driving instead of Danny’s arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

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"Over there is the Iceberg lounge."

Danny’s gaze follows where Jason is pointing, falling on a big two-story building with a sign on the outside reading ‘Iceberg Lounge’.

"It's a nightclub owned by the Penguin, one of Batman’s rogues. It’s mainly just a front for his criminal activities, but the nightclub itself is actually pretty good to be fair. Bit posh though"

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"See that big tower in the middle there? That's Wayne Tower. It's basically the office building of Wayne Enterprises, the company owned by Gotham’s very own multi-millionaire Bruce Wayne." Red Hood says, sarcasm dripping off of his words at the end.

Danny lets out a small non-committal hum.

“You don’t sound too fond of him” Danny inquiries curiously.

“I’m not“ Red Hood states, not elaborating in the slightest.

Danny tries to lighten the mood a little “Well, as long as he doesn’t try to adopt me I guess he’s still better than another millionaire I know.”

Danny smiles as he hears Red Hood laugh.

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"Over there’s Gotham City Public Library. It’s one of my favorite places in the city. I tend to go there at least once a week. They’ve got a ton of books and are willing to order any they don’t have at request. There’s also some computers there that are free for public use."

"You like reading?" Danny asks curiously.

"Mhmm. I'm mainly in the classics like Charles Dickens, Lewis Carroll, Jane Austen, Mary Shelley, etc."

“Oh, nice. I don’t usually read much. English was basically my worst subject at school, but the teacher was pretty good. Kind of ended up being one of the only ones in my corner and he really tried his best, y’know?”

“He sounds pretty nice. Is there a reason you haven’t read much, like lack of interest or…?” Jason trails off questioningly.

Danny shrugs “I guess I never really had the time as a teenager, with an added lack of motivation on top. And now… I guess I don’t really know what kind of books I’d like or where I should start.”

“I could recommend you some? If you want me to?”

“Sure, that’d be nice”

---

"The large building over there is Arkham Asylum. It's basically a psychiatric hospital. Batman dumps all of his rogues here, though they keep breaking out."

"Oh yeah, I’ve heard of this place. My older sister applied to work here"

"Dr. Jasmine Fenton?" Jason questions, even if he was already pretty sure who Danny was referring to.

"Mhmm,” Danny nods, “she recently gained her doctorate and wants to be a psychiatrist at Arkham"

"... I wish her good luck" Is the response Jason decides on.

"I’m sure she can do it" Danny proclaims, somehow embodying the :D smiley face.

Jason considers the possibility of her having similar meta powers to her brother and decides that if she does she'll probably be fine.

Not to mention she has Danny in her corner… And Red Hood now as well.

---

"What's that building over there?" Danny asks as they're driving on one of the roads on the outskirts of the main part of the city.

Jason looks at where he's pointing, spotting the manor.

"That's Wayne Manor. Do you remember that millionaire I mentioned earlier? The one that owns Wayne Tower and WE? That's where he lives."

Danny sounds a little surprised as he asks "He lives in that huge building? All by himself?"

"Well, not really. He has some kids, most of whom are adopted though you wouldn’t believe the field day the press had when it was found out he had a biological son. Besides them, he also has a butler that lives at the manor”

Once again, it seems Danny has noticed Jason’s standoffish attitude at Wayne, as he tries to lighten the mood a little.

"That manor is still way too big for all of them. Like what are they doing with all of that space? Are they hiding something? I bet they have a huge secret basement underneath the manor with some kind of laboratory and some shit. Millionaires seem to love those."

Jason lets out a surprised laugh at how on-the-nose Danny is, making Danny grin at his successful attempt to lighten the mood a little. Though it makes him question for a little bit…

He doesn’t know, right? Or does he…

"You know, I think the manor is actually missing something" Danny speaks up again.

"Oh? And what’s that?" Jason asks with humor in his tone.

"It would look way better TPed" Danny states confidently, bearing a mischievous grin.

Jason barks out a laugh, a sharp grin on his face.

"Let's save that for the next date, Doll"

Danny lets out a slightly giddy laugh, his cheeks red and heart beating just a little faster at both the 'next date‘ part and the unexpected, but not unwelcome, nickname.

---

“And this,” Jason says, as he gestures proudly towards the streets around them, “is Crime Alley, which is my turf in this city. I’m the one protecting this place.”

Jason had brought Danny to Crime Alley as the last stop on their date.

“Oh yeah!” Danny speaks up. “I was wondering about that!”

Jason turns to him questioningly and Danny takes it as a sign to continue.

“Yeah so, why is it called crime alley?” he asks curiously with a tilt of his head.

Say what now?

Jason takes a deep breath.

“Are you serious?” Jason asks genuinely curious, gesturing at the drug deal taking place behind them, the mugger that’s running past, and towards the right where gunshots can clearly be heard.

To his credit, Danny doesn’t falter at all, giving Jason a smile and continuing.

“Yeah, I thought it was called Park Row or something like that. Did it get renamed?”

Jason closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose before letting out a strained “Something like that…”

He takes another deep breath before looking back at Danny, who’s still looking at him with a bright smile.

“Is there really no reason you can think of why this place would get nicknamed crime alley? Not one reason at all? None?”

A small explosion sounds and some metal shrapnel falls in little pieces around them. A car tire rolls past. Danny and Jason don’t look away from one another.

Danny ‘grew up with mad scientist parents, an OSHA-violating lab in the basement, fighting ghosts, causing property damage, evading ghost police, fighting a king, is pretty certain his parents have been committing some kind of tax evasion for their research funding, etc., etc. though none of that was really an excuse as his friends and sister didn’t turn out quite as blind to danger as him.’ Fenton thinks about it for barely a second before shrugging.

“No, not really. Why?”

“This is where the Joker attacked you.” Jason tries pointing out, causing Danny to take a good look around them.

“Oh, that’s right! I was wondering why this place looked so familiar! I gotta say, it looks different in the daylight. But I mean, that attack could’ve happened anywhere, couldn’t it? What’s so special about this place?”

God, how can he be so smart yet so stupid?

Now is really not the time to kiss him, Jason.

“It’s… just a nickname, given to the district by the Gothamites. Poverty runs rampant and the crime rates here are… above average, let’s say, when compared to the rest of Gotham. Only old rich folks still call it Park Row” Is what Jason decides to say.

“So yeah, it’s probably best if you try to avoid this place, especially at night. Though God knows you can handle yourself, considering the way you went at the Joker” Danny snorts at the innuendo.

“It’s still better to be safe than sorry and keep away from this place, unless you’re with me. The people around here know better than to mess with me and the people I’m with, so there’s no need to worry.”

“Hmmm, are you sure the crime rates are higher here?”

On their left, a guy dressed in a gray hoodie with suspicious dark red stains on it runs at a car, gets in, and drives off as fast as he can with the car alarm still going off.

“Yes.”

“Oh, okay! I’ll try to keep that in mind then”

God have mercy.

---

Red Hood had driven them back to Danny’s apartment after their date in order to drop him off. Meanwhile, Danny is still not quite over the fact that he can actually call it a date!

After they both get off of the motorcycle, Red Hood walks him the few feet to the front door of his apartment building, and it’s time for them to say goodbye again.

Do they kiss now? Or should he wait till the next date?

Danny really wants to kiss him right now.

But he’s wearing his helmet so it would be awkward as fuck.

Especially if he had to ask Red Hood to take it off.

No, Danny can’t do that. Just no, he’d have his second death, this time of embarrassment instead of electricity. It’s some variation at least?

“See you later, —”

Danny cuts himself off with a not-so-subtle fake cough, cheeks heating up in embarrassment at what he was about to say. He had almost let out another cringy animal-themed goodbye, just like last time.

Great going, Fenton. Despite not going for the kiss, he still managed to almost fuck it up.

It’s like he’s digging himself a bigger hole by the minute.

Red Hood stops walking and pauses. Seeing this, Danny lowers his head to stare at the ground, his body stiff.

---

Jason can’t quite believe he’s doing this, and if any of the bats heard him, he’d never hear the end of it. But… to put Danny at ease…

“Take Care, Polar Bear”

The sentence makes Danny snap his head back up immediately. His mouth is slightly open, as though he’s trying to come up with something to say and failing.

Not waiting for Danny to answer him, Jason starts moving towards his motorcycle again.

Danny, with his cheeks still slightly red, stares at the leaving figure of Red Hood. His gaze is full of adoration, as he just falls a little deeper for the helmed vigilante.

Jason is thankful the helmet obscures Danny’s view of his blushing face as he gets on his motorcycle. He gives one last wave to Danny before revving the engine and leaving for his apartment.

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Hey there!! ☺

I hope everything's been going okay, I'm not as active on here anymore as I used to, but I'm glad to see you back😊 I was wondering if i could write you something for Bi-Han and/or Reptile since my inbox ate your ask all that time ago😵

Title: Boo to You, Happy Howl-o-Ween part 2!

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Werewolf!Bi-Han x AFAB!Reader, Syzoth x AFAB!Reader, Syzoth x Werewolf!Bi-Han, OT3 Werewolf!Bi-Han x Syzoth x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: werewolf!Bi-Han, implied A/B/O dynamics, knotting, hemipenes, DP, mxm, threesome, c*m inflation, ruts, mating season, breeding

Word count: 4,250

Summary: You wake up to find Bi-Han with an insatiable urge to mate, ok you got this, you know how to handle it but what you didn’t count on is Syzoth feeling the same way. How are you supposed to handle both of them at the same time when they’re like this? Don’t worry, you’ll find a way 😉

Author’s Note: So, Bi-Han bottoming is about the closest to him getting dominated that I will write, I’m sorry but there is no “sub” in Sub-Zero for me, so hopefully this scratches that itch 😅 I LOVE how this one came out and hopefully you loves will too. As always please like, comment and reblog if you do! 🩵💚🩷

Also if you missed the first part you can read it here!

You shift and roll around in bed and it feels hot and sticky and wrong, you wonder if Syzoth had pushed the space heater too close to the bed in the middle of the night again. “Hnng what’s going on, why’s it so hot,” you lament reaching a hand out to look for either of your lovers only to be greeted with a hot, fluffy tail. “Oh,” you mumble slightly “oh!” You repeat as it dawns on you why the bed was so hot, it wasn’t Syzoth’s fault, it was Bi-Han's. His exposed flesh was hot and almost clammy as he slept peacefully beside the two of you. You had been through this before but Syzoth hadn’t and you were unsure how the Saurian was going to react to finding out not only were werewolves real but he was dating one.

Gently you roll the cryomancer over and tug down his pants, trying to be careful not to wake him up, slowly you lower your head over his hot, dripping cock. Bi-Han was already worked up from his rut even without knowing, and he let out a soft whimper in his sleep, the sound of its music to your ears. You shift so you're straddling his legs giving yourself a better angle to suck his cock, it's musky, heady, and mouth-watering as you test the heavy weight of it against your tongue. The taste of the cryomancer was something you could never get enough of and he almost tasted sweeter when he was in a rut, syrupy, enticing, intoxicating, irresistible and you moan softly as you lap up the sticky fluid leaking from his tip. You feel stirring and quickly flick your eyes up to see if Bi-Han was waking up, but it wasn’t Bi-Han, it was Syzoth, who seemed very happy to wrap his arms around you from behind and press, hot, wet kisses to the nape of your neck.

“Why is Bi-Han getting such a nice wake up present, I was sound asleep too ya know,” Syzoth whispers against your ear, his forked tongue tracing the outer shell as you feel the Zaterran swelling against your back.

“Because, Bi-Han has a little problem right now that I think you can relate to,” you whisper back as you pull away from his delicious cock to gesture at his fluffy ears and bushy tail.

Syzoth’s emerald green eyes go wide with surprise, “sunshine, what’s going on? Why does our Polar Bear have ears and a tail?” He hisses frantically.

“Mnng,” Bi-Han groans at the loss of your hot, wet mouth as a clawed hand gropes around for you.

“He’s been meaning to tell you, I guess he just never found the right time…” you trail off as Bi-Han cracks open his bewitching blue eyes.

“I’m a werewolf,” he slurs groggily as his tail starts to wag when you start stroking his cock lazily.

“First vampires are real, now werewolves, next your going to tell me those awful things from that movie Johnny made me watch are real too!” Syzoth exclaims thoroughly dumbfounded.

“Aliens? Nah, those aren’t real,” Bi-Han rumbles, “but I am and my rut is starting to get kind of bad.” He warns as he exhales sharply, his tongue presses against his sharp, extended canine and he shifts his hips up seeking more of your warmth.

“You get ruts too?” Syzoth ventures a curious question and figures he should come clean to Bi-Han about his own problem with ruts. He could tell from the way he was leaking against your back Bi-Han wasn’t the only one about to start their rut.

“Too? Sy, what haven’t you told me? And don’t give me that ‘well you lied too’ bullshit because I kept this a secret because I can seriously hurt both of you,” he looks away for a moment, as if he was scared of what he was really capable of.

“I’m a reptiloid Bi-Han, my true nature is that of an animal essentially and I, like you have ruts, where I can’t control my urges,” he pauses to moan as he bucks against your plush ass.

“Let me guess,” he pants softly, the fever getting worse, “you just hit yours too? Qīn, please, I need you or Sy if you’re feeling up to it.” Bi-Han all but begs as sweat breaks out across his brow and he squeezes his eyes shut tightly.

“Talk about bad timing huh?” The Zaterran answers before continuing, “how are we going to do this? I need to satisfy myself in my natural form when I’m in a rut, I need all of sunshine.”

“Why the fuck do you need her to yourself, you can share, you’ve never been so greedy before,” Bi-Han sits up snarling and then his ethereal blue eyes go wide as he sees Syzoth in his natural form from the waist down for the first time. “What the fuck? You have two dicks?!” Bi-Han exclaims as his tail goes rigid and his ears lie flat back in surprise.

Syzoth blushes a deep green as he lets Bi-Han drink in his surprise, “now you see why I need all of sunshine, un-unless,” he starts.

“Unless what? I can’t knot qīn’s throat, it would suffocate her, we’ll have to take turns.” Bi-Han reasons.

“Unless,” Syzoth tries again, flushing even deeper with embarrassment, his tail flicking and flopping around wildly at the idea.

“Spit it out,” Bi-Han growls angrily, the wolf getting the best of him as he waits very impatiently for Syzoth to get to the point.

“Well, sunshine can ride you, while I fuck both of you,” Syzoth speaks rapidly as if afraid of the answer from the cryomancer.

“You… you mean to fuck me? In my ass? I…does your rut make you stupid or something?!” Bi-Han lashes out with verbal anger.

“Now, now, calm down and think about it for a minute Polar Bear, you still get to knot me and flood my belly with your cum while Syzoth gets to satisfy himself too, no one has to wait and anal can be very enjoyable,” you reason with the cryomancer trying to come to an amicable arrangement that didn’t leave you getting passed around like an overly sensitive rag doll. You didn’t think you could handle getting fucked back to back by their animalistic sides, the thought terrified you if you were honest. Both had made you orgasm so many times and left you teary-eyed and exhausted to the point you could barely move.

Bi-Han looks away, not wanting to look at Syzoth, “be honest Sy, does it hurt?” He asks, his high cheekbones dusted with a light pink coloring as he deliberates.

“Does what hurt? My rut? Yes, it’s excruciating,” he whimpers as he ruts against your ass more persistently.

“Not that!” Bi-Han all but hisses with embarrassment, unwilling to look at either of you.

“Oh, oh, I’m sorry love, you meant anal, well a little at first but, it feels really good, especially with you, you’re always careful not to hurt me and your cock is so nice and big it feels fantastic when you get into a rhythm,” Syzoth answers as he leans forward, pressing you against the cyromancer’s washboard abs as he lovingly caresses Bi-Han’s flushed cheek.

“Fuck,” Bi-Han whines at the contact of your warm body surrounding him, “fuck, I guess, I mean if you think it will work, I just can’t wait anymore,” he growls and bucks his hips up trying to find your warmth.

“Shhh Polar Bear, let us take care of you for a change,” you whisper sweetly pressing a kiss to the temple of his forehead before you right yourself and give Syzoth a little shove back. You wrap your lips around the cryomancer’s cock again, making sure you get him nice and wet before you bury him in your wetness. His cock always seemed impossibly bigger when he was transformed so it was more a courtesy for yourself than it was for the cryomancer.

He moans low in his throat as a clawed hand comes to rest in your hair, the other pulling Syzoth over for a kiss, the kiss is cold and dominant, as if Bi-Han was trying to say he was still the one in control despite the state of affairs.

You hear the desperate little chirps coming from the Zaterran as you pull more of Bi-Han’s delicious cock into the hot cavern of your throat. You moan around his cock as you lap up the pre-cum oozing from the cryowolf’s huge cock, loving the taste of the salty liquid.

Reluctantly Syzoth breaks the kiss, “I think my tongue might be more beneficial elsewhere.”

“Go-go slow Sy, please,” Bi-Han asks in a quiet voice, one you barely even recognize as his.

Syzoth nods and helps reposition you, you unwillingly give up your delicious treat. Playing with the cryomancer had made you soaking wet, as wet as his spit-soaked cock, with Syzoth's help you steady your hands on the cryomancer’s perfect abs and you slowly sink down on his huge, thick cock. You cry out at the warmth as he opens you up slowly, you pant softly as you take your time, getting used to the burn and stretch of the cryomancer’s impressive length. It didn’t matter how many times you had been with the cryomancer, he was always a lot to handle, and even more so in this position while he was transformed. You shutter just thinking about trying to squeeze his knot inside your already stuffed pussy, but that was future yous problem, current you were just enjoying the cryowolf rearranging your insides, claiming your tight little cunt as his own.

“Fuck,” Bi-Han breathes out loudly as you finally sink down his entire shaft, enveloping him in your sweet, sticky, velveteen heat. He nearly jumps as Syzoth’s strong hands push his thighs apart and his nimble tongue grazes Bi-Han’s puckered hole. “I, I can’t, it’s too weird,” he breathes out with a hint of a pleasured whimper.

“Focus on me Bi-Han,” you reassure him as you squeeze your plush walls around his cock. “It’s like that time I gave you a prostate massage, you liked that right?” Hesitant to answer and embarrassed, Bi-Han turns his head to the side and just nods in agreement. “This is like that only better, trust me, I wouldn’t ask you to do anything I don’t think you’ll enjoy, I know giving up control is hard for you, but just try it.” You feel a spit-soaked finger prodding your ass as Syzoth slips the digit inside your ass, you let out a small moan as if to encourage and reassure Bi-Han.

Syzoth’s tongue returns to Bi-Han’s hole before wriggling inside the tight ring of muscle. He thrusts his tongue in and out slowly, trying to keep pace with the cryomancer’s uncertainty, gradually he removes his tongue to suck on his fingers and slowly pushes one inside the cryomancer’s tight body.

“Nnng Sy,” Bi-Han calls softly as he tries to relax and allow his boyfriend to keep stretching him, the sensation unfamiliar and strange.

You roll your hips to distract the cryomancer from Syzoth’s ministrations, moaning softly as you do. You can already feel the base of Bi-Han’s knot swelling as he gives a little shout and a swear.

Syzoth added a second finger to both of you as his fingers are quick to find Bi-Han’s prostate and massage it eagerly.

“Oh fuck,” Bi-Han sighs and tries to keep still, desperately wanting to buck up into your enticing heat, but not wanting to do anything that would hurt himself.

“You look so good right now Bi-Han, your cute little ears keep flicking around and you’re all flushed with need, god you’re perfect,” Syzoth breathes out as he peeks around you to get a good look at his usually dominant lover.

“Sh-shut up Sy,” Bi-Han stutters before it’s cut off by an indignant little whimper the cryowolf is desperate to choke off.

You moan at the way Bi-Han looks, his shoulder-length, ebony hair spilled across the dark blue sheets, strands sticking to his sweaty forehead, the blush prevalent on his high cheekbones, his blue eyes almost black with need. Oh, this was your lucky day alright, seeing Bi-Han like this would more than make up for any discomfort to come. You shift your weight in his lap to make it easier to bounce on his huge cock, each little thrust making you moan loudly as Syzoth worked a third finger into both of you. “Oh god, you two are going to make me cum,” you whimper as the heat coils and pools in your lower stomach. You’d barely started fucking the cryomancer and already you were teetering on the edge of an orgasm just feeling the swell of his knot and the delicious way each thrust of your hips knocked his fat cockhead into your sweet spot.

Bi-Han growls and presses down on Syzoth’s fingers as his clawed hands find your hips, digging into your supple flesh softly, “so cum for us, no one’s stopping you.”

You whine at Bi-Han’s words as you lift and lower yourself onto his thick cock, determined to fit his knot inside your warmth as you can feel it swelling more and more with each flick of Syzoth’s talented fingers.

“Mmm what are you waiting for indeed?” Syzoth asks and there’s a sudden emptiness as you hear the obscene squeal of the bottle of lube. Even though Syzoth was self-lubricating in his natural form he thought some extra moisture wouldn’t hurt. Slowly he pushes into you first meeting little to no resistance as his huge cock slowly slips inside your tight little ass.

“Ah, oh, fuuuuuuck,” you hiss as you're filled to the brim by both of your lovers and it feels indescribable, you can’t hold back any longer as you force the last few inches of Bi-Han’s knot into your greedy pussy. Your mouth opens in a silent cry before you find your voice in the form of a high-pitched keen, your plush, sticky walls clamp down on both of their cocks as you chase your high. You shudder wildly as Bi-Han’s claws hold you firmly in place atop him as your orgasm crashes into you. You can’t explain it but whenever Bi-Han was in a rut it always made you crazy sensitive and extra horny, maybe he released pheromones to make his mate amicable to his rut, you didn’t know, all you knew was the pleasure coursing through your body was enough to make you see stars.

Bi-Han lets out a low whine and through your fog, you realize Syzoth is slowly sinking his second cock into the cryomancer’s tight entrance. “Oh fuck, you feel so good qīn, so perfect, your little pussy built just for me,” he groans as you squeeze and pulsate around his hard cock. Another soft noise escapes the cryowolf, “this is weird, why is it spiney Sy?”

Syzoth just chuckles and reaches around to wipe some of the hair from Bi-Han’s sweaty brow, “I don’t know, just how Zaterran’s are. Is it ok? Do I need to go slower?”

“If you go any slower we’ll still be here by the time our next rut kicks in, you aren’t going to break me Sy,” Bi-Han huffs indignantly, his usual cockiness and arrogance slowly returning.

You pant and heave on top of the cryowolf as you try and catch your breath, but it just comes out in pitiful little whimpers as both cocks fill you so full you’re afraid to move.

“I’ll take it from here sunshine, you rest, you did such a good job,” Syzoth praises as he begins to move slowly thrusting his cocks in and out of you and Bi-Han.

You cry out at the action as it forces you to topple over giving Syzoth a better angle to fuck you both. You whine and mewl as the actions drive Bi-Han’s huge knotted cock in and out of you, the tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. It seems so gentle in compassion to the first time the cryowolf had absolutely ravaged you last spring in your little apartment by the river.

Syzoth reaches down to entwine his fingers with Bi-Han’s as their hands rest on your hips, keeping you in place. He shares a messy kiss with the cryomancer as he starts to fuck both of you in earnest now.

Bi-Han bites his lip to try and quiet the little cries and whimpers falling from his lips as Syzoth’s cock plunges into him over and over again.

You don’t bother silencing yourself, you didn’t care if the whole Lin Kuei heard how good you were getting fucked. You cry out loudly as the lip of Bi-Han’s knot catches on the rim of your overstretched pussy, it hurts but feels perfect all at the same time and Syzoth keeps thrusting into the two of you, driving Bi-Han’s cock impossibly deeper inside your slick walls. “I-I’m going to cum again,” you warn the two of them as the heat and pressure in your stomach becomes unbearable. Bi-Han holds your hips in place as he thrusts up wildly, feverishly into your wet heat and your brain short-circuits, you can’t keep up with them both thrusting, you pant and whimper as hot fat tears begin to roll down your cheeks. “Oh fuck, oh fuck please,” you plead, unsure who you’re pleading to as they continue to fuck you.

“Shit qīn, I’m gonna cum too,” Bi-Han growls out, his teeth clenched tightly together as his hips snap into you painfully.

You squeal loudly as the tension in your belly snaps and you tumble over the edge, you whimper pitifully as the pleasure courses through your body. You can’t help the way your tongue falls out of your mouth, lolling to the side as saliva mingles with your tears as your mess oozes down your face, dripping onto Bi-Han’s unusually hot cheeks.

He holds you close as he slams up into you, pushing his enormous knot inside your tight little canal before he finally stills, with a loud snarling sound you feel the first jets of cum splashing against your walls. His icy claws dig into your flesh, little droplets of blood oozing up from the punctures as his hips still and he begins pumping you full of cum.

You whine as you feel the ridiculous amount of viscous liquid filling up your tight little hole, your whole body trembles as his knot swells fully, locking every single drop of cum inside your spent pussy. You pant softly as you look down, feeling your belly swell with Bi-Han’s release, you blush as you look almost pregnant.

“Fuck, qīn, you feel so perfect right now, so tight, you’re so full of my cum, ugh I just want to keep fill you up,” Bi-Han groans as Syzoth keeps thrusting.

“You both feel amazing,” he echos the sentiment as he rocks his hips against both of you, the little spines tickling and caressing your insides.

“I feel weird, I just came, but I want to again,” Bi-Han growls, his blue eyes looking electric in the morning light.

Syzoth focuses on Bi-Han’s prostate as he fucks the two of you harder, chasing his own orgasm, “so cum for me, cum all over my pretty cocks.” Syzoth pants, getting close to cumming himself as he sneaks a hand around and in between you and Bi-Han to tease your clit.

“Sy!” You shout and lurch in place, unable to go anywhere due to Bi-Han’s knot locking him deep inside you. You cover your mouth in embarrassment as he continues to rub tight circles around your clit making your voice rise in octaves, both their names fall from your lips as you tremble and shake around their cocks.

“Such a good girl you are qīn, gonna make a mess all over my cock aren’t you, I bet it feels so good taking both of us at once,” Bi-Han encourages in between moans as Syzoth’s cock keeps up its persistent assault on his prostate. He pants loudly, his groans and growls becoming more animalistic and feral the longer the reptiloid keeps fucking the two of you.

“Sy please,” you beg and you’re not sure if you want him to stop or to let you cum as you feel Bi-Han’s huge cock twitch and pulsate with another impending orgasm.

Syzoth pulls you upright again as he gets a better angle on your clit, rubbing it mercilessly in time with his hard thrusts, you can barely hear the obscene squelching over the noises you keep making. It embarrasses you again, to the point of tears once again threatening to fall. “Cum for me sunshine,” he hisses trying to keep his excited chirps at bay.

You scream their names as your body locks up and with a great big heave your orgasm knocks the wind from your body. It takes a moment to find your voice again as you whimper and cry as the pleasure shakes you to the very core, you clench around their cocks as you ride out your pleasure, blurry-eyed and spent.

“Fuck!” Bi-Han shouts as one more thrust from Syzoth coupled with your orgasm pushes him over the edge once more and you aren’t sure where all the cum will go, your stomach is already distorted as it is.

You’re a good girl though so you take it and moan at the sensation of more of the hot cum spilling into your unprotected womb. You cry and whimper on top of Bi-Han as Syzoth’s tail flails wildly and you can tell he’s about to cum as well.

“You’re both so good, so pretty, I can’t hold back anymore,” he whines and chokes off a hissing sound as your ass and Bi-Han’s ass are suddenly warm and sticky with copious amounts of Zaterran cum.

Suddenly you shiver violently, the heat dissipating from Bi-Han’s once fevered body and you’re suddenly chilled to the core inside and out.

Bi-Han makes a face as Syzoth’s release floods his body and he looks uncomfortable, “that feels weird, why do you always moan when I cum qīn?”

“You look really hot when you do?” You offer up the easiest, least embarrassing answer you can give the cryomancer. “I mean I can’t see Sy, but I’m sure he looks all fucked out and hot as hell,” you continue trying to cover up the fact that you had a breeding kink about as badly as your boyfriends had one.

“I mean yeah, he looks pretty hot, but it’s all warm and sticky,” Bi-Han continues to make a face as slowly Syzoth pulls out.

“It’s a compliment Bi, it means I like your sweet little ass so much I just had to claim it,” he chuckles and barely manages to dodge the pillow thrown at him.

“You are so lucky I can’t move right now, you’d be in deep shit,” Bi-Han growls, but stays in place knowing he can’t go anywhere until his knot deflates.

You whimper feebly caught in the middle of all of this as Syzoth’s release dribbles down your backside mingling in the mess below. “C-cold,” you whimper out and Syzoth is quick to wrap a blanket around you all while Bi-Han’s tail wags happily and his ears twitch playfully.

“So, how was it?” Syzoth asks, cuddling up next to the two of you.

“Weird, but I didn’t hate it, I guess under emergency rut situations it’s acceptable to let you top, but ONLY during emergency rut situations.” Bi-Han huffs as Syzoth nuzzles his neck lovingly.

“Understood,” he agrees albeit a bit wistfully, it had been nice being able to pleasure both of his lovers at the same time.

“Qīn, you can lie down on me if it’s more comfortable you know, you don’t have to just stay perched up there,” Bi-Han says while stroking your back through the fluffy blanket.

“I’m cold Polar Bear, laying on you will make me even colder,” you whine, you hadn’t thought about how uncomfortable of a position this would be to ride out his knot.

“What if I put a blanket on my chest, will that help?” Bi-Han asks while Syzoth grabs another of the many blankets that were strewn all over the cryomancer’s bed.

“Y-yeah, that might help.” You try and stop your teeth from chattering as Syzoth helps you lay down on the blanketed cryomancer, his tail still wagging happily. “Next time can you two have separate ruts please?”

“Why? You seemed like you enjoyed yourself,” Bi-Han asks, his now brown eyes fluttering closed.

“Yeah but everything hurts now, you two are too much like this,” you lament, but not really, deep down you were about as happy as could be with your distended belly full of cum making it hard to get comfortable.

Syzoth offers you a kiss on the cheek as he slides a pillow under your head, “well get some rest for now, I don’t know how werewolves are but you know I’ll be insatiable in another few hours or so.”

“Same!” Bi-Han grins and throws a hand up for a high five, something the two of you had to teach the Zaterran.

The two of them chuckle and you just sigh dramatically, while concealing a smile as you try and get some more sleep, it was going to be a very long day and night, not that you were complaining of course.

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skirter01 · 1 year

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DP x DC Pilot/Engineer Danny AU PT. 2

Link to Pt. 1 Here

Here *aggressively punts this into the phandom* just take it, just friggin take it.

“Bruce just walked into the foyer.”

“I know.”

“He’s getting into the elevator.”

“Cool.”

“Is there a reason you’re ignoring me?”

For the first time in at least three hours, Tim looked up from his laptop. It may have only been to send a rightfully deserved glare at the hovering Lucius Fox who had, for part of the last hour, been obsessively stalking the security cameras, but, it was enough to curb his train of thought entirely from the balance sheet he was trying to make sense of.

“Is there a reason you’re distracting me?” He snarked, shutting the laptop with a little more force than necessary and swivelling around to face the offender.

Lucius smirked playfully, and gestured to Tim’s now shut screen. “I was worried you were going to get square eyes. God help us you accidentally prove childhood scare tactics right.”

“Very funny. Maybe you should consider a career change.” Tim glowered at his fellow CEO, and jerked his head at the camera footage displayed behind the man. “He’s coming in for an impromptu inspection of the aerospace division, if you must know.”

True to his word after their discussion yesterday, Bruce had in fact turned up at Wayne Enterprises to conduct the invasive inspection. Honestly? Tim had been dreading it all morning.

The man’s brows furrowed. “Didn’t I just inspect–"

“You did.” Tim finished for him, spinning slightly in his revolving chair.

Lucius buffered. “At 9:30?”

Tim rolled his eyes and stood from his desk. “He originally said 10.”

Lucius frowned as he watched Bruce’s intimidating figure pop out of the elevator on their floor. “I do hope you’ve forewarned Mr Fenton.”

Tim shrugged (albeit a little guilty), because how was he supposed to explain that that was the opposite of what Bruce intended? This was a passive aggressive interrogation disguised as a business venture. Lucius wouldn’t approve, especially if he knew it was for personal interests.

His fellow CEO squinted with distrust, but didn’t follow up. So, he either knew that something fishy was going on and didn’t care to find out what for his own wellbeing, or, Tim was way more convincing than he thought. He was more inclined to believe the former. “Please don’t scare off the only nice aerospace employee we have. I happen to quite like Mr Fenton.”

Of course, he liked Mr Fenton. Who didn’t honestly? “No promises.” Tim chuckled darkly as he made his way to the door. He had barely reached for the handle when it was swung open by a force other than his own.

“Morning–" Bruce stopped his tracks, obviously not prepared for Tim being right in front of him, but he recovered quickly. Tim delighted in being able to catch The Batman off guard for once. “Oh. Tim. Well, I suppose we’ll be off then.”

“Morning to you too.” He grumbled sarcastically, stepping around his adopted father and into the hallway. “C’mon – work to do.”

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The moment Bruce stepped out of the elevator and onto the aerospace floor, chaos erupted.

Engineers who were originally sipping on warm coffee and chatting calmly with their co-workers erupted into a flustered mess of ‘Mr Wayne!’ ‘Good morning Sir!’ ‘Sorry about the mess’ ‘We weren’t expecting you today’ as they scuttled around cleaning up wayward blue prints and feigning productive work habits.

Bruce glanced at the young CEO at his side, taking note of the sour expression starting to slowly creep over his son's face. Tim had always carried a special type of hatred for the aerospace division. A hatred unlike that for the driver that splashes you on the sidewalk, but more akin to that for the barista who forgets to add sugar to your coffee, it was a peculiar grudge that was formed long before Daniel Fenton stepped in the limelight. Bruce had his theories, but he was inclined to believe it was mostly due to the employee’s - engineers were notoriously difficult to deal with, let alone manage. Respect was earned, not given.

“Mr Wayne, Sir?” He was drawn from his thoughts by a young intern, clipboard in hand, standing before him, (although clearly reluctantly if his quivering hands were any indication, could he hold the clipboard any tighter?). “M-my name is Ivan, is there anything I can do for you today?”

Bruce softened at the intern's nervous stutter, and pulled on a gentle smile. Clearly someone had put him up to this. “Hello Ivan. Thank you for greeting us. There is indeed something you can do for me.” He extended a hand, fighting not to cringe at the sweaty one that shook it.

Even so, he watched as Ivan visibly relaxed at the calm greeting, tension loosening slightly from his shoulders, and his hands easing from the clipboard. “You name it, I’ll have it done.” The boy said somewhat breathily, relief oozing from his words, although there was still apprehension in his eyes.

“Excellent. I’m actually looking for your new manager, Mr Fenton? Is he around?”

“Oh! You mean Danny?” And just like that, Ivan warped into an almost different person. He visibly brightened at the mention of his supervisor, and a newfound swagger seeped through his professional façade, almost like he’d finally been able to grasp some confidence. Bruce pursed his lips, wondering at the casual use of Mr Fenton's first name, how long had he been employed now? “He’s not in right now - normally doesn’t start till 10am on Wednesday’s. But he won’t be long.” Ivan stated, an easy smile overtaking his face.

Bruce caught Tim’s knowing smirk at the mention of Mr Fenton’s start time, and he landed a heavy-handed pat to his son's back, ever the impression of fatherly praise. “Oh, I see. Tim and myself were just looking to have a chat. Would you perhaps be able to show us to his office?” Tim jolted forward at the force of the disguised blow, his winded cough covered by a clever throat clear

“Yes.” Tim tried to muffle his wheeze, straightening his tie distractedly. “We’ll be happy to wait for him to arrive.” Bruce pretended to ignore the glare he caught in his peripheral.

Ivan grinned, motioning outwards with the clipboard to the narrow walkway between desks and gigantic computer systems. “Of course, please follow me.”

Bruce exchanged a brief glance with Tim, watching his son roll his eyes slyly, before waving his hand dramatically, in an ‘after you’ motion. Not feeling the need to lean into the teasing from his second youngest, Bruce took a long, meaningful stride past his son, offering a mocking wink as he did and following Ivan’s brisk pace.

They walked through the majority of the first sector, to where Bruce assumed the higher ranked engineer’s typically made their sanctuary (sound proofed and private offices galore), only they stopped just before that. He was surprised to find their brief tour halting at a small unassuming desk, directly in the central hustle of the aerospace sector. It was a semicircle, standing workspace that was without a doubt the furthest thing from tidy. Its surface was littered with blueprints, loose paper and an array of colourful markers (most in shades of green), to the point where things were actually scattered on the floor, and the computer of its far side was unlocked to a cluttered, neon green desktop.

Bruce watched as Tim’s entire face scrunched in obvious disgust, and couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony. (Although his son’s workspace and documents were typically organised, the boy's bedroom left something to be desired.) “See what I mean?” Tim grumbled under his breath.

Bruce hummed. “I’ll make my judgments face to face.” It was the truth, after all, he was well aware of the mistakes that came from judging a book only from its cover. He turned to Ivan, ignoring Tim’s disapproving grunt, “This is Mr Fenton's…Office?” He questioned wryly, trying to pry information from the young intern before he was to meet the man himself.

Ivan blushed slightly, and a hand went to rub at the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah…He calls it an office, but I suppose it’s more of a workspace, I guess. He means well.” He assured, before checking his watch. “Mr Fenton should be here any moment, sorry about the wait, he’s normally not this…” Ivan trailed off, distracted by a slight commotion at the entryway and a grin spread over the intern's pale lips. “Ah, right on time.”

Through the commotion Bruce caught a tall, lanky figure weaving through a crowd of energised engineers.

“Morning D!

“Fenton, where've you been?”

“D-dog, fancy seeing you here!”

A chorus of fond greetings filled the room, and Bruce was actually unsettled by the amount of excitement the arrival of one Mr Fenton could cause. (It was starkly different from his own.) He could actually tangibly feel the shift in atmosphere from the morning blues to energised productivity.

Bruce’s first deduction when Daniel Fenton split from the crowd was that he was a lot taller in person. Bruce had never been self-conscious about his height, in fact, he was proud to be comfortably on the taller side at roughly 6’2, but as Daniel made his way over, he was disturbed to find the young man easily had a few inches on him.

However, despite that, he didn't appear the threatening corporate type (not that Bruce had expected him too). His dark button up and black dress pants were too casual to be intimidating, and although his height certainly gave him presence, his lankier stature took away from any authority it would have garnered - the kid (because he was young enough to be one) was practically just long bones, sharp edges and lean muscle (if any).

It was a wonder how he managed to get anyone to listen to him. Let alone the aerospace engineers.

“Heya Danny.” Ivan shuffled forwards to greet the young supervisor as he made his way over to them.

Fenton didn't miss a beat, and turned all his attention to the intern. “Sup Iv’e. Good to see you buddy.” He stuck out a hand for a fist bump, which the intern eagerly returned. “How’d that Uni test go yesterday?”

Ivan shrugged as Daniel threw his satchel onto the cluttered desk, squishing paper as he did. “Good actually, thanks for helping me out with the practice questions.”

And in just those few sentences, Bruce could tell exactly why Daniel Fenton had the utmost respect of the aerospace division. No wonder they all spoke so highly of him, his interpersonal skills were brilliant.

“That’s awesome!” Mr Fenton praised, and patted him on the shoulder fondly, before turning to his desk and shuffling his documents. “And who are our guests?”

“Thanks” Ivan said sheepishly, before his eyes darted back to meet Bruces, and he seemed to remember the reason why he was standing by his supervisor's desk. “Oh! Right. Danny, this is Mr. Bruce Wayne, and you’ve already met Mr. Timothy Drake, they’ve been waiting to have a chat with you.”

Daniel turned then, and Bruce was surprised to find a pair of dark aviators peering over at them, completely obscuring the bright blue eyes he was expecting to see. “Ah, Mr Wayne, it's a pleasure, I was wondering when I’d be seeing you.”

Bruce cleared his throat, and stuck out a hand to shake. “Please, call me Bruce, and the pleasure is all mine, Mr Fenton. Introductions were long overdue.”

“Well in that case, call me Danny. Mr Fenton makes me sound old as hell.” Daniel-Danny said, that iconic impish troublemaker smile he’d witnessed in his photo making its way onto his face, revealing two rows of strangely sharp, white teeth. Maybe too sharp, surely that wasn’t normal? “So, what can I do you two gentlemen for? Nice to see you by the way Tim.”

A forced smile scraped across Tim’s face, and Bruce fought the urge to laugh as Danny moved to shake his son’s hand next. Tim looked like he’d sucked on a lemon. “Nice to see you as well. Bruce was looking to do an inspection on the aerospace division, would you mind showing him around?”

Danny’s grin didn't waver. “An inspection. Well let’s hope we’re up to scratch.”

Bruce chuckled at the manager's sly humour. “Let’s hope so. Although…” He pointed a finger towards Danny’s aviators. “I do have to question if sunglasses inside are appropriate for the workplace, Mr Fenton.”

“Oh these?” Danny’s grin widened, but he made no move to remove the shades, clearly unperturbed by Bruce’s warning tone. “I’ve got an eye thing.”

“Is that so?”

“Mm. Apparently some people find them unsettling. I’ll be happy to forward you a doctor's note.” He stated, flicking the frames fondly.

Bruce narrowed his eyes, but did not pry. He supposed Daniel was a pilot, and he could admit, the aviators did suit him. “No, that won’t be necessary.” He planted a friendly smile back on his face. “So, that tour?”

“Of course!” Danny said happily, and Bruce could have sworn he saw something flash behind those shades. “Let’s go!”

Bruce turned to find Tim already looking at him, a sleek brow raised in question. “Believe me now?”

Bruce didn't respond. He didn't need to. Because yes, there was something very strange about Daniel Fenton and it wasn’t just his good looks.

Wow, you made it down here, bonkers. In other words, this seemed to be a hit, so we’ll continue. Might turn it into a fic, we’ll see, I’ve got some other shenanigans up my sleeve.

Also I got no clue if those mentions worked or not, tags and I have a love hate relationship. So if you can see someone that ain’t tagged properly. Tag em. Thanks!

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puckspoetry · 3 months

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DPS: Life and Beauty

The dps slander that I hear from some people makes me so sad like you can’t look at it from a surface level perspective. It’s so much more than people think and it makes me sad that they don’t understand the true meaning of the film.

Dead Poets Society is a film about beauty and the nature of life seen through each of the characters. I think this is so obviously seen through Neil and Charlie as they both experience the roller coaster that is being alive.

Neil starts the film re-engaging with his friends which are quickly established as a positive force in his life. His celebrations are quickly cut short as his father enters the room. Neil’s father is a symbol of oppression and social standard whereas Neil symbolises freedom and passion. Neil’s character takes us through a variety of emotions, most notably joy and sadness to both extremes. Neil is a symbol for life and how it can take dramatic turns unexpectedly. This can be seen most obviously with his father. Neil goes through periods of happiness which is then followed by an entry from his father which introduces negative emotions and thoughts. I think the best example of this (other than Neil’s suicide) is the night before the play. Neil’s father has finally found out about Neil’s involvement in the play at Henley Hall and confronts his son, forcing him to quit the play. Prior to this, Neil had been at the highest point in his happiness only for it to be stripped back down and leave him feeling empty. However, the next day we see Neil reach his real peak as he performs in A Midsummer Night’s Dream and it seems as if nothing can bring him down. But, as life goes, it comes crashing down which ultimately ends in Neil taking his own life.

Charlie is also really interesting to look into as his story isn’t as prevalent as say Neil or Todd. His story goes through the same up and down formation as Neil’s does but it is shown very differently. Charlie is quickly established as an outspoken person who isn’t one to shy away from controversy or risk. The first notable rise in Charlie is in the Phone Call From God scene in which he holds up a phone during an assembly and says that God is calling for a coed future at Welton. This is then quickly followed by his first dip as he is disciplined and warned with expulsion. As Mr. Perry is to Neil, Mr. Nolan acts as a negative figure in Charlie’s story as he is the one who continues to ground him. Charlie’s happiness continues to grow for the rest of the film until Neil’s death where his positivity is ripped from underneath him without an explanation.

Neil and Charlie are both symbols as they literally experience the roller coaster of life that is references throughout the film. Dead Poets Society isn’t solely a movie about poetry and its beauty, but it’s about the delicacy of life.

When Mr. Keating introduces the soon-to-be-Poets to the Dead Poets Society, Knox asks “so it was just a group of guys sitting around reading poetry” and I think this reflects an outside view of the film. The first few times I watched it, I don’t think I could truly grasp how deep and intellectual it is. Knox’s interpretation of the Dead Poets Society is a literal representation of how people who don’t understand the film think of it. Whereas Keating’s response (“we weren’t just guys, we weren’t a greek organisation, we were romantics. We didn’t just read poetry, we let it drip from our tongues like honey”) represents the people who can understand the intricacies of the film.

It just makes me so sad when it’s dismissed as a movie about guys reading poetry when it’s so much more than that.

If you can’t tell it’s my favourite film. I will not tolerate the dismissal of dps as “guys who read poetry”.

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spacedace · 9 months

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Oh hey here’s the lil prolog thing I wrote for my DP x DC Leverage AU. I’m gonna actually write more of one day I swear but for now have this opening bit and feel free to use it as a prompt if you want :D

The station went utterly quiet as they brought her in.

Room after room going as silent as the grave when the young woman in handcuffs stepped through the door. Chatter stopped. Bodies stilled. Heads turned. Eyes widened. It almost felt like everyone was too afraid to even breath as she walked by. Cops and crooks alike watching with fear and awe in equal measures as Jim Gordon led her past them to the interrogation room.

She didn’t give the gaping crowd any mind. Head tilted up at an angle, shoulders back, steps sure. The solid heals of her boots clicked upon the scuffed linoleum, echoing loud in the stifling quiet. Like a royal herald announcing her presence. She held herself like a queen, which was fitting Jim supposed. Until tonight, the only name anyone had to call her by was Queen.

The blood, unnervingly, only made her seem more regal.

Batman was already in the interrogation room when they arrived. Jim didn’t even have it in him to sigh at the broody bat looming in the corner. He knew he’d be there. There was no way he would miss the interrogation of someone they’d been chasing for so long. Especially not now considering…well.

Considering.

Jim largely ignored the vigilante in the corner as he moved through the familiar process of getting the young woman handcuffed in place to the table, starting the recording and rattling off the relevant details: date, time, the - many - charges the young woman had been arrested for. If he faltered over the victim’s name of the young woman’s most recent crime no one commented on it. In the corner, Batman watched and lurked. Nearly lost in the shadowy corner of the room while still being impossible to ignore.

They’d done this before. Good cop, bad vigilante. It was usually effective in getting the truth out of stubborn criminals.

Jim rather doubted it would work in this case.

“Please state your name for the record.” He said, only to be met with the same cool silence Queen had given everyone since her arrest. She shifted in her seat, not a nervous fidget but an easy, languid movement. Even the uncomfortable metal chair seemed like a throne when she was involved. Jim bit back a sigh. “We have your information. I’m asking as a courtesy.”

Queen tilted her head faintly, looking at him with something almost like amusement, one brow twitching slightly upward. “You’ll have to forgive my disbelief, Commissioner Gordon.” She said, polite as ever. “But I’m rather sure that you won’t find me in any system you run my fingerprints or face through.”

She was right about that. They’d tried a hundred times over the past few years she and her team had been operating in Gotham. Her face never appeared in any pictures or recordings - not even in her mugshot during processing, all that was visible was her red hair and a mess of corrupted visual data where her face should be. The most her fingerprints had ever led to where the other crimes they already knew she’d taken part in. Batman had done everything to try and circumvent whatever meta ability kept her from being recorded on film, had done even more to try and find her and her people in every system he and the Justice League had access to. Nothing. Jim had grumbled a few times about how Queen and her crew might as well be ghosts for all the proof that they existed officially.

Turned out, ghosts was exactly right.

“The Ghost Investigation Ward reached out to us two hours ago.” He said, leaning back in his own seat, watching her carefully. “I’ll repeat, Ms. Fenton, my asking is a courtesy.”

For the first time in the years he’d known her, Queen - real name Jasmine “Jazz” Fenton - looked scared. Beyond scared, even. Completely, and utterly terrified.

Her body went rigid, eyes growing wide, breath picking up as she sat up sharply. Any semblance of that calm, collected presence she always held even when she was at her most cornered and vulnerable vanished in an instant. He’d seen her breath in a cloud of Scarecrow’s Fear Toxin and laugh. Watched as Bane wrapped large hands around her throat and tilt her chin up to stare down at her attacker imperiously. A mobster pressed the barrel of a gun to her head and she’d smiled, coy and confidant and untouchable. Queen always, always was calm. Aggravatingly so, even. Utterly unshakable as she waltzed into every wild and insane situation carrying the undeniable air of one who was complete control of everything happening.

She hadn’t even looked scared when the Joker had held her hostage.

And now? Now all it had taken was those three words. Ghost Investigation Ward. A nonsense name for a government agency with a ridiculous purpose. And yet there the unshakable Queen sat, looking terrified out of her mind at the mere mention of them.

Not for the first time since he received that call, Jim Gordon felt uneasy.

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lexosaurus · 5 months

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Twelve Hours: Chapter 2

Part 2 of 5 of my fic for Ecto Implosion, the DP reverse mini-bang (artists go first, writers go second).

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Characters: Danny Fenton, Harriet Chin, GIW (mentioned a lot) Tags: Identity Reveal, Flashbacks, Runaway Danny Fenton, Angst WC: 1937 Summary: When the GIW revealed Danny to the world, the only thing he could do was run. Run and run and run until he escaped to Chicago, trying desperately to disappear. Too bad it didn't work.

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“I see you reacted to that,” Harriet said. Where Danny expected that greedy journalist spark behind her eyes that he’d grown used to over the years, there was none. Instead, she tilted her head, regarding him in earnest. “I take it you’ve seen this before.”

There was no use in lying. Not when he’d finally come so far as to agree to do this interview. “I’d love to sit here and say that I was the perfect therapy patient, that I never went digging up videos and posts about myself online. But I did. And I watched this interview and others just…I don’t even know. A lot.”

“And what was going through your mind back then when you would watch it?”

Danny didn’t even have to try to put himself back in his younger shoes to feel the spark of rage that shot through his chest. He just hoped that the long exhale that followed didn’t get picked up by the microphone. “I felt angry. And depressed. Yeah, like I wasn’t even human.”

“And yet, you kept watching it,” Harriet observed.

“It’s a cycle, you know?” Danny leaned back, looking up at the bright studio light. Behind it were the ceilings that Danny was sure were white, but looked more like a cream with the warm lights and red walls surrounding them. “I felt so alien. At the time, I mean. Just, so low. And here I had a video of the man who made my life a living hell for so long saying all these things that hurt me. Then I’d get paranoid, so I’d go reading the comments and watching more videos. I just had to hear everyone say why they thought I was a horrible monster, I guess. It was addictive. Sort of…” He almost stopped himself there. “Sort of like this weird self-harm cycle.”

“Did seeing that video today bring any of those emotions back?”

“I’d be lying if I said no.”

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10:00:00

Danny touched down on the pavement and released his hold on his invisibility. The alley was humid, and with the dumpster next to him, it smelled revolting. A rat must have died in it.

But that was exactly the sort of problem he needed right now—one that ensured an empty alley. If anyone caught him triggering his detransformation, he’d be dead.

Bright rings flashed over his eyes, and he stepped away from the dumpster. He rolled his shoulders, sore from holding his arms in position during his long flight over. His hoodie was still scruffed, and his eyes were probably surrounded by deep circles, but—maybe with a sick sort of internal sarcasm—he realized that those attributes wouldn’t make him stand out so much here.

Of course, that didn’t keep the terror from freezing his legs in place.

No, this was his only option now, as counterintuitive as it seemed. Rural communities were too tight-knit, too interested in newcomers. And worse, they were full of anti-ghost sentiment. There was no way he could hide in a small community, no matter how hard he tried. It would only take one person, one old neighbor who watched too much anti-ghost news, to pick up their phone and turn him in.

But here in Chicago, it would be safer. He wasn’t Danny Fenton here; he was just…another kid, another runaway, another sore sight people quickly averted their gaze from.

He had everything he could need here. Places to hide, stores to grab things from with the help of his powers, and corners to sleep in. Even if someone recognized him, he could easily slip into the crowd and disappear.

He took a shuddering breath, unlocking the muscles in his calves. He would be okay. Everything would be okay.

Internally, that mantra sounded more pleading than not.

He threw his hoodie over his hair and walked toward the sidewalk. Maybe doing something with his hair wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Should he dye it, maybe? That’s what people did in the movies, right?

Though, how would he turn his black hair brown? He would probably have to bleach it first. Damn, Sam would be such a good resource to have right now.

He almost swiped his phone from his pocket to call her. Almost. But he resisted.

Now at the precipice of the alley, he peered out to the bustling street before him. It was full of people shuffling to and fro, cars zooming by in the street, voices and shouts dancing in the open air. Packed around him were skyrises, proudly showing off their clean windows and pristine bricks.

Danny had come here last summer, he realized. His parents had taken him to the Sears Tower. His dad had complained about the “normal people” clothes they were forcing him to wear (even though he still managed to defy the odds by sporting a Hawaiian T-shirt, much to Jazz’s chagrin).

Jazz and his mom had been so excited to see the top of the tower. Jazz even had her pink Polaroid on her—a birthday gift from their parents. She wanted to get a family photo of all of them with the skyline in the background.

Danny had complained, of course. As the younger sibling, it was his job to complain about the silly tower and his sister’s silly “fun” historical facts about it.

“Who cares how many windows it has, Jazz?” He remembered asking.

Jazz had cared, though. She’d cared enough to tell him. But…he couldn’t remember what it was she said. He might never get the chance to hear her talk about the dumb tower again.

A sting began knocking on the corners of his eyes, and he blinked, forcing it away. His parents weren’t here this time. Neither was Jazz, or Sam, or Tucker. He’d probably never see any of them again if the Guys in White had their way.

But no, surely the GIW wouldn’t chase him around forever, would they?

He thought back to the way they’d cornered him at school. All the officers and agents in the school’s main office surrounding him as soon as he stepped in. All the guns pointing at him. And then Operatives O and K stepped out from beside Principal Ishiyama’s desk, their sunglasses burning holes in his skull.

“Game over, Phantom,” Operative K had said.

Danny had taken a step back at that, locking eyes with Ishiyama who seemed unable to do anything but stare back at him in a mixture of disbelief and…fear.

Danny crouched down, his skull between his hands. “Stop thinking about that,” he hissed, curling his fingers to tug at his hair.

He wasn’t at the school anymore. He was in Chicago, alone, at the edge of some sidewalk in the Loop because he needed to blend into a crowd, and he needed to find some place that had food because he was so tired, so hungry, he was running and he was done and broken and—

“Jesus!” A pair of high-heeled boots stumbled over him, nearly sending his skull straight into the concrete.

He caught himself with his palms, his knees only barely scraping the ground. He hadn’t even felt the woman make contact with him. He must have been too caught up in his head.

That was dangerous. He would have to stop thinking so much.

“You okay?” a masculine voice asked.

Danny turned his head up, a polite response ready on his lips. But when he saw the tall man reaching out to the fur-coated woman, her handbag outstretched in his palm, the response died in Danny’s throat.

The woman accepted the purse with a breathy, “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.”

“Watch where you’re going. These addicts are everywhere these days,” the man said.

“Right, sorry,” the woman said, but she wasn’t talking to Danny either. Instead, she nodded to the man and continued on down the street.

Leaving Danny there, still on the sidewalk, his whole chest now emptied of any sort of feeling.

Because…right.

That was just it.

…

Right.

He surveyed the crowd, but no one gave him a second glance in return. And why would they, in his scruffy hoodie, stained jeans, pale face, and dirty fingers? He wasn’t one of them. He could never be one of them again.

He should have been upset. He had been distressed just moments ago, but not anymore. There was simply nothing left to feel other than blank, white, nothing.

Dragging his hand across the sidewalk, he picked himself back up, slowly, because he was tired and no one was stopping to help him anyway. Who cared how long he took? It wasn’t like he had anywhere to go!

Across the street, a billboard screen dissolved, changing the advert to a familiar metallic green background he’d become hideously acquainted with. On one side of the billboard was an artist's rendition of Phantom with dark, sickly gray skin, vicious eyebrows, and piercing green eyes. His mouth was missing, only adding to his menacing glare.

No, it was more than that. He didn’t just look angry, he looked downright dangerous.

As if to drive that point home, the advert circled and slashed face in red. Beside the Phantom imagery were the bold, green words reading, “ANTI-ECTO LAWS. Don’t let the ghosts haunt you, call the GIW.”

The slogan taunted him, just as it had been doing since the laws began passing. And what was once just a minor annoyance—just another thing to add to his growing list of bullshit to deal with—had festered into a scar on his whole existence. That stupid slogan had transformed into an entire media campaign featuring him as a monster with an impending future he could only dream of escaping. And he had to live with all that, all their mockery in his ear saying that no matter how far he flew, or how well he hid, he would never be free.

He turned away from the advert and began walking down the sidewalk. Countless people passed by him alone and in groups. Some bustled by dressed in suits with phones to their ear, and others laughed to each other, walking in the hurry of someone on vacation.

But if there was one commonality in the passersby, it was that everyone gave him a wide berth. Not because he was a stranger or even because he was Fenton Phantom, but because he was just one of those people. A social outcast, someone who—with hardly a touch—wouldn’t just sully their clothes, but their very souls.

He turned another corner, and another billboard—one in print instead of on a screen—glowered back at him. This one was like the other, with the silhouette of Phantom slashed out in red as if to tell the world, “We may not have him yet, but we will soon.”

“You won’t,” Danny said, not caring if anyone saw him talking to himself. He was just a homeless addict anyway, wasn’t he? One of the crazies? “You won’t get me.”

“You can’t make those kinds of promises to yourself,” the billboard seemed to say back to him, its deep, derisive voice nearly identical to Operative O’s.

“I can. I’m smarter than you and your whole stupid organization. You had me surrounded, and I still managed to escape from you. Nothing you try will get me.”

The billboard’s laugh reverberated around the street in a show of revolting arrogance. “We underestimated you, child, but we’re a branch of the federal government. We have the money to not make those mistakes twice.”

“You won’t get me,” Danny whispered.

“That’s not up to you to decide.”

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Random DP Xover Interactions 4

Characters: Alfred Pennyworth and Ember McClain

Many types and shapes of living beings found themselves visitors of Wayne Manor. From Dick’s multiple escapades - one’s Master Bruce dutifully ignored - to Damian’s impromptu animal shelter. Even Tim had his fair share of colorful friends stop by. As much as Bruce asserted the Manor as a place of solitude and intimidation, the inside was far too friendly. Its inhabitants far friendlier.

So when Alfred walked into the kitchen and found a young lady with blue fire hair sitting at the island, he barely batted an eye. At least, this time, he knew who sat comfortably on the stool.

He started the kettle. “Miss McClain,” he greeted.

“Heya, Gramps,” Ember said, giving a two-finger salute. They share no blood bond and her words were certainly teasing, yet an underlining fondness coated her tongue.

“How are you? It’s been quite some time since you last visited Gotham.”

She made a noncommittal hum. “Same old, same old. Punching creeps and breaking hearts.”

“Just like Master Bruce in her younger days.”

Ember snorted. “I don’t think he’s stopped.” Alfred couldn’t, and wouldn’t, disagree.

“May I ask what brought you here today?” He surveyed the fridge. Damian had notably started gardening and Alfred wouldn’t dare let good produce go to waste. He took out the misshapen tomatoes and bell peppers and set them aside.

Ember clicked her tongue, pretending to think of it. Finally, she settled with, “Hypnotize the whole city with Ivy again. That gal is a riot.” She devilishly smiled with a row full of fangs. The fire of her hair whipped wildly, and Alfred feared the cabinets would become seared.

“An encore, I see,” Alfred commented. He turned on the coffee machine and began making Tim’s morning brew. He’s been slowly lowering the caffeination levels each day in the hope of weening the boy out of his addiction. “Though,” he added, “I couldn’t see any of your equipment being strung about for such a plan.” “I left them at Ivy’s.”

“Surely not. Miss Quinn and her share an apartment nowadays and their hyenas might destroy them. Not to mention Miss Quinn’s sporadic behavior when seeing a perfectly good drum kit.”

Ember let out a long, suffering groan. Alfred paid no mind and poured the hot water into a teapot along with some scoops of tea leaves.

Alfred was no stranger to Ember’s antics. He’s dealt with worse in Bruce’s younger years. Raising over six children have ample practice for patience and Alfred was nothing if not accommodating. If need be, he’d let Miss McClain think over her words for any portion of her infinite afterlife.

“You’re wasted as a butler, Gramps,” she said, leaning a head against the counter. She stared directly at where Alfred was preparing tea.

“I respectfully disagree, Miss McClain.”

He walked toward her and set a cup of Lady Grey in front of her. She immediately straightened herself out and took a small whiff. Alfred watched the gentle smile subconsciously brought upon her with great pleasure.

He stood opposite of her, holding his own teacup in his hand. It’s a silent minute and only the brewing coffee pot sounded.

She hadn’t changed, not that Alfred expected her to, in appearance. Though she hadn’t visited the Manor since Bruce left, Alfred didn’t think she’d never return. Those were fond times when Bruce brought home a fire-haired lady and committed himself to solve her death. He would’ve thought him mad if not seeing her with his own eyes. She’d been so confused, unsure of the mortal realm, and utterly clueless about everything. Beautifully she grew into confidence and mischief. Alfred suppressed the chuckle of how Young Bruce and her would host shenanigans together. It was the first time he had reason to smile.

Then they grew apart, finding different definitions of justice. They both wanted to leave, both wanted to make a name. Bruce left for his training then Ember left back to her afterlife. Alfred tried to rekindle them but their differences were too apparent. What once gave strength to their relationship now warred against them. The only thing they had truly shared was indulging in the childhood so rudely taken from them.

Her teacup clinks against the saucer. “Just…” she struggled with what to say. She propped her elbow on the counter and pillowed her chin against her palm. Alfred does not scold her.

“I missed you guys,” she said quietly, her hair subduing with honesty.

Miss McClain had changed, he observed. Her fire did not crackle like desperate flames in December as it had. Decades ago, anger resided behind her eyes so acutely. Anger at the world, her death, and everyone who betrayed her. He does not see the anger he saw the burnings of regret, guilt, and, most of all, hope.

Alfred circled the island until he stood directly in front of her, her eyes trailing the entire time.

“Dear girl, you’re always welcome here.” He laid a hand on her shoulder without fear of burning.

Ember laughed, hollow and empty. “I hypnotized the city with a plant lady last time I was here.”

“And master Bruce dresses up as a bat every night,” he countered. “Neither act will have you banned from this house.”

“I got really angry at him both times I left, Alfie,” she sniffled. Water hissed against her eyes as not a single drop survived.

“As well as each of his children yet he still loves them.”

“I’ve been gone for so long.”

Her hands shook, scrunching her pant’s fabric. Gently, he took them and held her hands within his. He stared directly into her eyes, fear akin to the one in Bruce’s eyes.

“And not once did we dare forget about you, Miss McClain.”

She launched herself at him, hugging Alfred with all her might. She sobbed tearlessly but her fire burned brighter than before.

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