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nanomooselet · 2 months

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Little but Fierce VI

She winds up… there's the pitch…

Poor Nick. It never stops being funny. I'd feel sorrier that this happened to him but he's such a bastard in his introductory episode. It's like karma in advance.

Heheh. Kar-ma.

Meryl and Wolfwood behave very much like siblings to each other, while Vash and Roberto treat them like their awful terrible kids. Roberto does actually try reach out to Vash as a mentor once or twice, but of course Vash is fuck-off old and doesn't need that kind of assistance, so he's gently deflected. Roberto is old and wise enough to keep his distance. Nick, for his part, enjoys pissing Roberto off, and Roberto is for his part duly pissed off.

Still, Vash is the reason they're all even there in the first place and Meryl shows him concern. And Vash, in his way, fusses over Nick the way Roberto feels responsible for Meryl. A lot of what Vash does, he's doing pretty much solely for Wolfwood's benefit. I mean, look at this pathetic wet kitten of a man - you can't tell me he doesn't need it.

I've already talked at some length about why exactly Vash is like he is about Wolfwood, but what's he like about Meryl?

Pretty much exactly as fond. He's just quieter about it. To my read, he's confident she and Roberto can look after themselves and each other. That's really endearing to him, but not something he has to do anything about. And Meryl's not suffering the same kind of identity crisis as the Punisher/Wolfwood/Nico. Meryl knows exactly who she is, she's just trying to get everyone else to acknowledge it, and Vash does so from the first - she's never anything but "Meryl" to him, not "newbie" or "little lady". She never has to demand that of him.

Nor is she in directly a victim of his godawful brother, which thankfully means she isn't his responsibility to help - or at least, no more so than any given human. Also, it's Vash. What's that? Someone is invested in his well-being? Golly, that sounds suspiciously like he's being cared for (which of course he doesn't deserve), or (more reasonably) like someone vulnerable to being caught up in Knives's manipulations. Or just someone vulnerable to Knives period. Stampede out!

I though you guys were buddies./I thought you three had something special.

No way./Yeah, not really.

Too bad for him, he's met his match in Meryl Stryfe.

In direct contrast to every other character around Vash, she's only one there not because she has to be, or because she needs or wants something from him, but because she decided to be. She's one of the only characters with agency, after all.

Real people aren't monsters like that./He's a man, not a monster.

But I won't give up, no matter how unreasonable the assignment!/I won't abandon an assignment just because it's silly.

We can't just leave him hanging here./No way. We can't just leave him here.

And she's also decided he needs help. So come hell or high water, this man is getting helped.

It's her knack for finding the truth without quite knowing the reasoning behind it. In physical terms Vash really, really doesn't need help, and it's the mistake Knives always makes; that because Vash ostensibly doesn't have powers like him, he's in need of a defender. (And because this is Knives, that means it's up to him personally, and he's entitled to Vash and his exclusive love/loyalty/devotion in return. Any protests Vash makes are clearly just human corruption.) But what Vash actually needs is something his brother has never, in any version of the story, demonstrated the capacity to give him. Even sensitive little boy Knives back in Maximum relied on others for reassurance up until the moment he decided he couldn't.

Vash is more inclined to be someone others rely on, to the point of being maladaptive. It's being unable to help that gets to him, especially when he's held responsible.

What he needs is emotional support. Or, well... faith.

Wolfwood gives that to him eventually, but it takes some serious work, and it comes with its own attendant difficulties, like the fact that Nick's not in a position to extend Vash help himself no matter how much he might want to. Nick is, like Rosa and like Vash, a pragmatist. Do what you have to do.

Meryl has never needed that kind of direct demonstration. To her, Vash is a person, and people always need help, and she's not going to be prevented giving it. End of discussion. And despite being mistaken on some particulars, on this point she's more right than even she knows.

The contrast with Wolfwood is incidentally why Meryl hitting Woofwoof with the truck isn't just fucking funny, it's the perfect way for him to be introduced. He can't catch the same bus as Vash by happenstance because this time Vash is his actual target. He can't have Angelina II because personal transport is autonomy he's not permitted to have.

Instead, Meryl's own autonomy and narrative significance had her run the plot right into him, completely ruining whatever plans were laid for his entrance. Notice Roberto tries to steer Meryl away from the collision course they're on, to no avail, and Vash winds up flipped over. Fantastic.

Wolfwood is getting dragged around; Meryl is the one doing the dragging. When she discovers Vash's secrets, she works to accept them and integrate them into her worldview - which means that the moment she learns he's a Plant, she doesn't reject him or become fearful of him. She instantly accepts that must mean the Plants are also people. That gives her a fuller understanding of the conflict, and especially Vash's view of it, than most. It's not a matter of "Whose side are you on?" It's "How do we move forward together?"

Wolfwood's knowledge has all been filtered through the Eye of Michael, so he's more aware of the details, but can't disentangle his true beliefs from the ideology driving them.

Meryl has a better understanding of the abstract. And that, in turn, entitles her to learn what the available methods are, and judge them...

...But it also entitles her to something more precious: Vash's unquestioning trust.

It's certainly much less dramatic than the demonstrations between Vash and Nick, but I have to say: any amount of exposure to Knives and his histrionics would leave me, at least, pretty relieved to have it.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

#trigun stampede #trigun meta #tristampparty #meryl stryfe #vash the stampede #meta: little but fierce #at this point I'm leaning into the yapping #so many words #i guess she is a journalist #also nick's introduction just gets funnier. it's such an absolute shitshow #and at the end zazie's still like “well done”#i can't help reading it as ironic #like “lol great job getting hit by a truck punisher”#idk the way wolfwood interacts with other eom members always cracks me up. he fucking hates them so much

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ghouligancentral · 1 year

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Double Trouble

Rain x Reader x Swiss Rated 18+ for NSFW content

Summary - You happen to catch the attention of two ghouls when your heat unexpectedly starts

Ghoul reader

AFAB/Fem reader with gender-neutral pronouns

A/N- This one took a LONG time for me to finish. Lately, I haven't had much free time, but that's not going to stop me from writing smut! This was written for a prompt I was sent about two months ago (sorry it took so long). This work features two OC sisters, Margery and Colette. I love them dearly and have even written about them before (I didn’t publish it, let me know if that is something you all would like to read). As always this is NSFW content so do not read it if you are a minor or do not want to consume such content.

Enjoy

“Well you look awful,” Sister Margery utters as you shuffle over to her in the dining hall. You know she is right.

“Thanks, but that’s rich coming from someone who used to babysit Papa Nihil when he was a child,” you grumble in reply before taking a slow sip of your tea.

“That’s not what I mean,” Margery rolls her eyes before responding to your quip,” For your information, I am, in fact, the same age as Sister Imperator.”

“Like that’s any better,” you huff under your breath. This comment earns you a stern glance from the older woman, but she decides to keep any retorts to herself.

“How unwell are you?” she questions, her tone becoming more serious.

A groan escapes your lips as you slump down a little further in your seat. It all started last night, around midnight to be exact. You had woken up in a cold sweat, your heart pounding as though it were going to escape your chest. The rest of your night had been spent falling in and out of a feverish haze of sleep.

“Ladies,” Sister Colette chirps as she skips over to the both of you with a plate of food in hand.

“How are you both—- Oh great hells child!” Colette exclaims when she sees the state you are in,” what happened to you?”

The younger of the two women is quick to set her things down before moving to look you over. Before you can ever respond to her, she is already inspecting you.

“You’re burning up,” Colette states as she places her hand against your forehead. The gesture is appreciated but being poked and prodded right now is what your body wants. As she continues to examine you, you can feel an irrational anger bubbling up.

A small growl escapes you and your lips curl up into a snarl, this is the only warning poor Colette gets before you snap at her, your fangs just barely grazing against her knuckles.

Both you and Colette stare at each other with wide eyes, shocked by the action. Usually, your weapon of choice was sarcasm, this was the first time you had ever done anything of the kind to a sibling. Sure you had sparred with a couple of the ghouls before, but you had never been aggressive with one of the Abbey’s human residents.

“I’m so sorry,” you stutter out,” I...I have no idea why I did that.”

“It’s because you’re about to be in heat,” Margery utters from across the table before flipping to the sports page of the news, seemingly unconcerned about the situation.

“What?”

Margery let out a sigh before she carefully folded the newspaper. Your eyes flickered back and forth between Margery and Colette as the older woman set the paper aside.

“But I’m not old enough, am I?” you question. Even though you are 206 years old, you are still quite young for a ghoul.

“You are on the younger end of the scale but you are old enough,” Margery replies.

“Well Rain is only two years older than me, so how come he hasn’t been through a rut yet?” you question.

“That’s because male ghouls take longer to mature. Did they teach you none of this?” Margery asks with an annoyed expression. You just shake your head ‘no’ in reply. Margery lets out a long sigh as she pushes herself back from the table so that she can stand up.

“Hmmph! This place is going to heaven in a handbasket, isn’t it? I’ll have to discuss this lack of ghoul education with Sister Imperator,” the older sister grumbles as she begins to make her exit.

“Where are you going?” Colette calls out after the other woman.

“I’m going to go let the senior clergy know what’s going on. Take [Y/N] back to your room and wait until I get back,” Margery shouts as she reaches the door, “ oh, and make it quick. The others are already starting to notice.”

Both you and Colette look over in the direction in which Margery indicated and are met with a set of glowing eyes belonging to a certain multi-ghoul. His intense gaze is locked onto you, far beyond caring about what the water ghoul beside him is rattling on about. His face is tense all of him seems to be on edge. The expression Swiss wears is one of anger mixed with desire, his hand is gripping his fork so tightly that you can see the metal beginning to bend.

His attention is triggering some strange sensation to well up inside of you. Your heart begins to beat faster as your mind becomes hazy. A thin layer of sweat begins to form on your skin even though the room is cold. It is as though he has got you hypnotized. Even with the blush rising on your cheeks you cannot seem to look away. Everything in your being is telling you to go to him.

“We need to go,” Colette whispers to you as she grabs your wrist. Her actions snap you out of your trance-like state and you are quick to follow her out of the room. You finally break eye contact with Swiss to weave your way to the exit, but you can feel his eyes watching you the entire time. Before you leave, you cannot help but turn back to get one last glance at the multi-ghoul. You are met with the sight of Rain trying to see what has got Swiss so mesmerized. The water ghoul then follows Swiss’ line of sight straight to you. Upon seeing you, he flashes you a smile and a wave. His gaze is nowhere near as intense as the multi ghouls and you have enough clarity to wave back at him before Colette pulls you out to the dining hall.

You are quickly ushered to Sister Colette’s room.

“Well make yourself comfortable,” Colette quips as she plops down onto her bed. You slowly shuffle over and take a seat beside her. Silence surrounds the two of you as you sit, waiting for Margery to arrive with instructions.

“I’m sorry,” you utter, feeling your cheeks heat up a little.

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry about snapping at you earlier. I’d never really want to hurt you,” you explain as you cast your gaze to the stone floor, attempting to avoid any look of anger or betrayal her eyes may hold. You had always made a conscious effort to make the human members of the clergy feel safe around you. The ghouls can often be scary upon the first introduction so that's why you are the one who new siblings are often introduced to first.

“I know,” Colette sighs as she brings a hand up to gently rub your back, eliciting a purr from you,” I know you would never mean to hurt me or any of the other clergy.”

Slowly you raise your gaze to meet hers and find that she is offering you a soft smile.

“Thanks,” you whisper back as the tension in your muscles starts to ease up.

You both jump when the door slams open before Margery, joined by Sister Imperator, enters the room. The look on Margery’s face combined with the fact that Sister Imperator is present indicates that whatever is about to happen isn’t going to be good.

“It seems that you have started your heat sooner than expected so I’m afraid we are going to have to separate you from all of the other ghouls,” Sister Imperator sighs, “It is too close to tour for us to take the risk of you triggering anyone else’s heat or rut.”

The breath you’ve been holding is let out as a sigh of defeat. You lower your gaze to the ground, knowing exactly where they planned on locking you away. The east wing, this part of the abbey, had all but been abandoned around 50 years ago. While it was still structurally stable, it was rarely visited by any of the clergy and was only used as a holding area for the ghouls when they were in heat or rut. Often, most of the ghouls had their heat around the same time so they would just all be housed together for that time.

You remember your first time with the other ghouls in the east wing. While you had expected wild debauchery, what you found was quite the opposite. Most of the others spent their heat curled up in the arms of their mates, while the others, like you and Rain, who were not old enough to go through heat, spent most of their time playing board games and just roughhousing. Honestly, you often looked forward to that time since you got to spend time with the other ghouls just being ghouls, with no siblings to have to worry about frightening or hurting. But this time would be different, since your heat had started seemingly out of nowhere, you were going to be housed alone. It was rotten luck having your first heat and not having anyone else to help you through it.

“But we can’t just abandon [Y/N] in this state,” Colette exclaims,” I’ll stay with them.”

“Sister, we cannot risk you, or any other sibling for that matter getting hurt,” Sister Imperator explains.

Colette let out a soft ‘oh’ to emphasize her understanding, you could hear the disappointment in her voice.

“Hey, I’ll be fine,” you murmur, giving her a soft smile to put her at ease, but you don’t even believe those words yourself.

“I have already sent some of the clergy ahead to gather your things and place them in the room in which you will be staying. Now, let’s get you set up in the east wing,” Sister Imperator announces.

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You watch as the siblings file out of the room one at a time until just you and Sister Margery remain.

“Hey, listen, just try and ride it out,” Margery smirks before offering you a wink.

A flash of something shiny in her hand catches your attention. And with those last words, she is gone, closing the door behind her. You can hear the lock clicking into place along with faint footsteps that soon fade.

Ride it out? What did she mean by that?

You trudge over to the bed and flop down on it and attempt to get some rest.

“Ughhhh,” you groan as you roll over onto your back before tossing your arm over your face in an attempt to block out any light. It seems like there is no comfortable position. The sheets are already damp with sweat but yet you are freezing. You have been in this state for what seems like hours.

A strange grunting noise draws your attention away from your thoughts and you turn to see a rather disgruntled-looking water ghoul scrabbling to make his way through the window.

“Rain! What are you—-“

Your question is cut off by the sight of Rain falling into the room face first. You wince as you hear his body smack against the stone floor.

“Are you okay?” You ask as you rush over to check on him. After kneeling beside him, you help the water ghoul sit upright. After giving him a quick once over, you determine that there is surprisingly little damage, save for the bruise beginning to form on the shoulder he landed on.

“I’m fine,” Rain mumbles as he shakes his head to reorientate himself, little bits of leaves and twigs fall out of his curls.

“It wasn’t easy but I made it,” he grins as looks up at your face.

“How did you know where I was?” You question as you help the ghoul to his feet.

“Well when I couldn’t find you after breakfast, I went looking for you and overheard Sister Imperator and Sister Margery talking about you,” Rain explains as you walk further into the room, the water ghoul opting to stay by the window a few more seconds to straighten out his clothes.

“Oh is that so?” you smirk. You feel another wave of sickness wash over you. A cold sweat rises on your skin as your head begins to ache once more. OH not again.

Another shooting pain runs down your body, causing you to keel over with pain. A low groan leaves your lips as you remain hunched over in the middle of the room. The water ghoul quickly rushes to your side.

“Oh, man. You don’t look so good,” Rain assesses as he helps to stabilize you, before ushering you over to the bed. When he places a hand on your waist you can feel the heat from his touch and the feeling eases your pain a little.

“Do you know what’s wrong?” the water ghoul questions as he helps you make it to the bed.

“It’s my heat,” you pant as you lay down on the bed,” it started early.”

The water ghoul’s head cocks to the side showing his confusion.

“I thought you weren’t old enough yet,” he utters as he joins you on the bed.

“Well I guess I’ve always been mature for my age,” you chuckle a little before wincing as another pang of pain rushes through your body.

“Let me help you,” Rain utters as he rests a hand on your leg. The feeling of his skin on yours has arousal burning deep within your core and you squeeze your legs together in an attempt to get some relief.

“Help me how?”

“I can eat you out,” Rain suggests. Your eyes widen at his words, there is no way you hear him correctly. Or did you? With each moment you feel the damp spot between your legs growing, the feeling becoming much harder to ignore.

“Rain, I don’t want you to feel like you have to–”

“But I want to, really,” Rain chirps as he sits up a little straighter, “ I want to make you feel good. Will you let me?”

“Well okay,” you relent, “ How do you want to do this?”

“Just lay back and let me do the work,” the water ghoul smiles as he positions himself near the foot of the bed. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest as Rain spreads your legs before slotting himself between them.

A small gasp escapes your lips as you feel his fingers hook onto the waistband of your underwear.

“Still doing okay?” Rain questions. You give him a thumbs up in response, earning you a pleased hum before he continues with his previous motion. Rain quickly pulls down the fabric to reveal your dripping core. He can't help but let out a little growl at the delicious sight before him. Another whimper leaves you when you feel his warm breath ghost over your now-exposed core. Without much warning, the water ghoul dives in.

“Rain!” you scream as his tongue laps at your core. Your fingers tug at his hair, earning you a muffled growl from the water ghoul. His nails dig into the flesh of your thighs as he attempts to hold you in place. With your head tossed back and your eyes screwed shut, you can make out the sounds of his wet tongue against you and his tail thumping excitedly down against the mattress.

Each lick and nip Rain gives you send you hurdling closer and closer to your peak. The pleasure is almost overwhelming, but You manage to mumble a few ‘fucks’ when the water ghoul begins sucking gently at your clit. The speed at which your orgasm approaches you is shocking, you’ve never been able to get off this quickly before so the only warning Rain gets before your orgasm washes over you is a tiny whimper of his name.

Your thighs tremble as an overwhelming amount of pleasure floods your systems, nearly causing you to black out. Rain continues his movements as your thighs tremble beside his head. His nails dig deeper into your flesh as he continues to lap up all of your cum. As the haze of your orgasm starts to fade you can hear a faint grumble of pleasure coming from the ghoul between your legs.

A soft whimper leaves your lips when you feel Rain pull away from you. Your eyes slowly open to see a wide grin on Rain’s face, his lips and chin are shiny. A low purr escapes you as you feel the ghoul make his way up to you so that he can begin placing nips and licks on your neck.

“I need you Rain,” you mumble, as the feeling of your heat begins to slowly creep back into your body.

“Are you sure about this?” Rain questions as he pushes you away from him slightly,” I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

You can’t help but let a smile spread across your lips. Oh, sweet boy.

“I need you Rain,” You growl, pulling him down so that he is positioned over you. A gasp escapes the water ghoul as he watches you reach between the two of you to grab his cock and align him at your entrance.

“Oh fuck,” Rain curses as he slowly pushes into you. Your nails dig into the flesh of his back. Moans flow freely from your lips as he begins moving his hips. The stretch of his entering causes your toes to curl, the pain of your heat now being replaced with pure pleasure. The only sound that can be heard is that of moans and skin on skin. His fingers dig into the flesh of your waist, no doubt leaving behind bruises.

The water ghoul’s thrusts are deep, filling you to the brim each time. You can hear him growling and panting in your ear as you cling to him. Rain feels your slick leaking out onto him and lets out a groan at the idea of it. If only he could see it. He speeds up his pace as he detects the first hints of his orgasm approaching. A hand snakes down in between your bodies and begins rubbing circles on your clit once more.

“Rain!” you scream as you feel yet another orgasm approaching, you hope that this part of the Abbey grounds is devoid of people. His thumb presses down harder as he starts placing kisses and bites along your jaw. Your eyes roll back as you feel a wave of pleasure wash over your body. Your legs tremble at the intensity of the orgasm and you can hear Rain moan your name as you clamp down on him. He continues to thrust into you as you cum around him.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Rain grunts as he pushes into you for the last time, remaining buried deep within you as he cums. A purr leaves you as you feel his cock twitch as hot ropes of cum fill your insides. Instantly the burning need inside you begins to fade. A happy sigh escapes you as the water ghoul pulls out. For the first time in hours, you feel relaxed. Rain flops down beside you as you both attempt to catch your breath.

“ Well, Well, Well. Out of all of us, You’re the last ghoul I expected to find here,” a voice chuckles. The words cause both you and Rain to jump.

“Swiss?” Rain questions as the other ghoul emerge from the corner of the room.

“You two put on quite the show Swiss smirks as he pushes himself off of the wall he is currently propped up against in favour of making his way closer to you and Rain.

“How? How did you get in here?” you stutter as you try to wrap your mind around the situation, but that is proving to be very hard given that the haziness you first felt at breakfast is quickly filling your brain once more.

“Key,” Swiss states before holding up the shiny metal

, but it’s not going to help [Y/N] for very long,”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Rain growls as his body tenses in response to the presence of the other ghoul. Just as the words leave his mouth, you can feel the burning need of your heat returning.

“I mean that [Y/N] needs a ghoul who can knot them. We both know you can’t do that,” Swiss sneers. You can almost see the tension rolling off of his body. In his eyes, there is a wildfire of desire. The water ghoul gets out of bed and meets Swiss in the middle of the room, blocking him from getting to you.

“Look at you Rainy boy, acting all big and tough,” the multi-ghoul chuckles, “move.”

Instead of following the older ghoul’s instructions, Rain remains standing in the middle of the room. The once amused smile on the multi-ghoul’s face quickly fades.

“Move, Rain,” Swiss instructs once more, baring his fangs a little more this time. You had never seen Swiss this aggressive before. He was usually one of the more chill ghouls only acting out if…. Oh no. The clergy hadn’t locked you away soon enough, Swiss’ rut had been triggered.

“No,” Rain growls, body tensing in preparation for the repercussions of his disobedience. Swiss quickly grabs Rain’s neck before shoving him to the floor, but Rain isn’t going down without a fit. The water ghoul clutches at Swiss’ shirt, pulling the other ghoul down to the floor with him. You hear their growls and roars as the two scuffle on the floor. As you watch the scene unfold before you another pang of heat surges through your body and you quickly become overwhelmed by their display.

“STOP IT!” you cry, feeling tears roll down your cheeks. The two ghouls’ attentions are quickly drawn to you before the tension between them dies. The both of them let go of each other and make their way to you.

“Shhh, we’re sorry,” Swiss coos as he sits down on the bed before he pulls you close to his body, gently stroking your hair. You bury your head in the multi-ghoul’s shirt as tears continue to roll down your cheeks, however, the longer you remain in Swiss’ arms the pain you were once feeling begins to ease, being replaced by a calming, dizzying haze.

You hear Rain chirp a little when he also attempts to comfort you by nuzzling his head against your side.

“Please just make it stop hurting,” you whimper as another tear rolls down your cheek.

“We can do that,” Swiss whispers before placing a kiss against the top of your head.

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“That feels good, doesn’t it?” Swiss purrs as he continues to bounce you in his lap, each movement driving him deeper and deeper inside you. A moan is the only response you can manage as the multi-ghoul lands another devastating thrust. A wide grin spreads over Swiss’ lips before he continues with his words

“I told you I was going to make it all better.”

Another set of hands snake around your waist and, suddenly, you feel a warm body pressing up against your back. The multi-ghoul’s pace doesn’t falter even for a second as Rain’s hands begin to wander over the front of your body, with one settling on one of your breasts while the other makes its way down to your clit.

You gasp as you feel his fingers begin to rub gentle circles on the sensitive bud. The intensity of it causes you to throw your head back to rest against his shoulder. A purr rumbles deep in his chest as he nuzzles his head into your shoulder. Arousal builds in your core as you feel yourself drawing closer and closer to your high. The feeling of Rain’s erection rutting against your back causes your pussy to flutter. When Swiss feels you clench around him, he lets out a low groan before increasing his pace.

“That’s it. Cum for us,” Swiss coos as he moves one of his hands off of your waist down so that he can paw at your rear. The combination of the multi-ghoul’s words and the motion of Rain’s fingers send you over the edge. With a cry, you are cumming. Wave after wave of pleasure floods your body as your legs begin to tremble. Your mind goes blank as liquid bliss rushes through your veins. You can hear the praises of both ghouls but their voices seem fuzzy and far away.

Swiss stops thrusting before Rain pulls his hand away in an attempt to not overstimulate you, but just as you begin to come down from your orgasm, that gnawing need in the pit of your stomach returns.

“How was that?” Rain asks as he brushes a strand of hair stuck to your sweaty face behind your ear.

“It.. it still hurts, I–I need more,” you pant. Even though your body is beyond exhausted, you can still feel a burning need inside of you.

“Fuck,” Swiss growls before he spins you around so that you are positioned on your hands and knees facing Rain. The multi-ghoul leans over you, covering your frame with his larger one.

“Take care of Rain while I take care of you,” he purrs before thrusting back into you. A pitiful moan escapes your lips as the multi-ghoul fills you. Your eyes screw shut as Swiss sets a punishing pace as he chases after his own high. Once your eyes flutter back open, you are met with the sight of Rain’s hard member positioned a few centimeters in front of your parted lips. You eagerly open your mouth and stick out your tongue as an invitation, one which the water ghoul is eager to accept.

Once your lips close around Rain, a loud moan falls from his mouth. Rain can't help himself as he begins to gently thrust into your warm mouth. His hands thread through your hair as he slowly pushes himself deeper down your throat. At that moment, Swiss gives one particularly hard thrust, causing you to gag around the water ghoul. This gag sets Rain off and he quickly begins fucking your face vigorously. After gagging a few more times, you manage to figure out Rain’s rhythm. You moan around the water ghoul when you feel Swiss’ thrusts becoming deeper and more focused, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your waist.

“Shit,” Swiss pants in a breathy voice as he continues to rail into you. You can feel the signs of another orgasm quickly rising up. When he snakes a hand around to begin rubbing your clit, you know it won't be much longer until you reach your peak.

The feeling of the multi-ghoul’s fingers has you moaning and gasping, the sounds being muffled by Rain. Just as you are about to reach your orgasm, Rain gives your final thrust before filling your mouth with his cum. The warm liquid flowing down your throat has you finishing as well. Your hands fist into the sheets as bursts of white-hot pleasure course through your veins. The only sound that comes out of you is a pitiful whimper, your eyes screwing shut as you ride out your high. As your orgasm continues, you are barely aware of the multi-ghoul currently chasing his high.

“Oh fuck,” Rain hisses, his nails digging even deeper into your waist. It only takes three more thrusts to have him cumming deep inside you. Your name flows freely from his lips as ropes of hot cum coat your insides. The both of you remain locked together as you attempt to catch your breath.

“How was that?” Swiss pants as a wide grin appears on his face.

“That was wow,” you can’t even find the right words to describe how you are feeling at the current moment. Any discomfort, pain, or arousal you were feeling has melted away leaving only a feeling of warmth and relaxation. You hiss a little at the sensation of Swiss pulling out.

“Sorry,” Swiss murmurs before he pulls you back so that you are sitting, curled up in his lap, your back pressed against his chest. You feel his rumbling purr as you remain seated in his lap but you know you can’t get too comfortable just yet.

“Let me go clean up a little bit and I’ll be right back.”

Swiss is reluctant to let you go but decides that this isn’t the time for holding you captive. With a deep sigh, he unwraps his arms from around your body, allowing you the freedom to get up. You make your way to the bathroom. Wiping the sweat from your brow with a warm rag before moving to do the same between your legs. When you enter the bedroom once more you are met with the sight of the two ghouls quietly chatting together.

You make a small sound to announce your presence prompting both of them to look up. Rain quickly motions you over to join them on the bed. As you get comfortable in Swiss’ lap once more, Rain speaks up.

“We want to mark you. To make you my mate,” Rain muses as his thumb caresses your cheeks.

“Our mate,” Swiss corrects as he flashes a toothy grin.

“Yes, our mate,” Rain repeats as his eyes remain locked onto you, “ What do you think?”

“I’d like that,” you reply, feeling a blush rising on your cheeks.

“Really?!” Rain chirps, his tail flicking excitedly behind him,” you really want to be our mate?”

“Yes, Rain. I want to be with you and Swiss,” you grin as you bring a hand up to caress the water ghoul’s hair.

You scream as you feel Rain’s fangs sink into your neck, the action is quickly followed by a soothing tongue running over the wound. The water ghoul pulls away from your neck just long enough to utter something like ‘your turn’ to the multi ghoul. A shiver runs down your spine as you feel Swiss brush your hair away, giving him access to the other side of your neck. He licks his lips in anticipation before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the skin. The older ghoul is taking his time and savoring the moment, he gives the lobe of your ear a quick nip before sinking his fangs into you.

You cry out once more at the feeling, your nails digging into the ghoul’s back. Your ears pick up on a deep growl coming from Swiss as his mouth remains locked onto you.

“Now you’re ours.”

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I hope you enjoyed this. Like, comments, and reblogs are really appreciated.

//Ghouligan

#the band ghost fic #the band ghost #swiss ghoul x reader #rain x reader #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #this is 100% genuine smut #this took longer than i thought #so many words #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul x reader

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NaNoWriMo 2023 Recap

NaNo has officially ended, and with 260,235 words under my belt for the month (NaNo graphs under the cut), a new 'written in one day' record of 36,473 words, time to make a list of the stuff that was written and checked off!

Here is the list of things (including links for those of you who might have missed some of the updates)!

DONE - Colour Forecasting (with @blueberrymffn!)

PROGRESS - Old Town Road (AKA The "Hob is a Horse Girl" Fic) (Based on @amielot’s art!!)

DONE - Rewrite the Stars - the Figure Skating AU

PROGRESS - Becoming Hope of the Endless

DONE - Well-Matched

DONE - Broken Glass, the very belated birthday present for @pellaaearien

Random Fishbowl Rescue Fic #57

Art of Seduction Series Next Fic

Art of Seduction Series Next Next Fic

DONE - Big Bang Fic for The Centennial Husbands Big Bang

PROGRESS - The Golden Trio Fic

DONE - Sequel for Braided Longing (Marriage Braids)

DONE - Sequel for Dreams Make Living Worthwhile (Solstice Chapter)

DONE - Sequel for The Sonnet-Off (What was in the necklace Case?)

DONE - Sequel for Dream of Dragons (Dream figuring out what Hob’s hoard is)

DONE - Sequel for A Dream Model (Hob showing up marked up LOTS for modeling)

Sequel for The War for The Dreaming (BABY DREAMLING)

Sequel for The Age Difference Fic Opera Sequel (Dreamstuff fucking in public)

DONE - Sequel for A Family Stands Tall (Night & Time kidnap Hob)

NEW AND DONE - Dethroned - BAMF Hob fun

NEW AND DONE - A Blundered Beginning - Sequel to right where you left me by @seiya-starsniper

NEW AND DONE - What's a Bit of Death Between Friends? - More BAMF Hob fun

NEW AND DONE - Call of the Wild - Wolfy Hob fic inspired by @gabessquishytum

That's a wild amount of words, lol - so enjoy the fic updates everyone!

NaNo Stats below!

Total Words Written in November 2023 (1k less than my all-time record of 261k that I got last year)!

The line graph of how my month went!! (November 30th broke the graph a bit, but the rest of the month was consistent!)

Last but not least, my new single-day written record, which smashed my old one by more than 5k!

Whew!

What a wild month, y'all.

#Aria Posts #NaNoWriMo #NaNoWriMo Recap #dreamling #Fanfic #SO MANY WORDS #I sat down and wrote my entire Big Bang across 60 total hours #That fic wrote itself holy shit #This list got SO MUCH smaller #Impressively so

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You're allowed to be weak. At least with me. It's okay, Akk.

THE ECLIPSE (2022)

#the eclipse #the eclipse the series #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #asianlgbtqdramas #userbillkin #tosnimeat #userpharawee #userhanjiwoos #THE PERFOMANCE THEY PUT ON #as expected from the best 😌#i kind of just want to hold akk #like i know he's doing stupid stuff and sometimes makes me wanna smack him #but i also just want him to tell him to let it all go #111gif #lost half my soul captioning this #so many words

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I ahve so many things to say about how mike faist is the finest, most beautiful, sexiest, kindest, purest soul on the planet and I'll DIE on this hill

he will be the death of me

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nottoofondofgaypeople · 4 months

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You should make a long post about Laurance

You are so lucky I got that Vylad ask before this... Ohhh boy

Full stop, this post is probably going to be one of the longest things I post on this Nether forsaken website. Laurance has been a comfort character since I first watched this series years ago in spite of all the bull shit Jesson put him through. I have many many many thoughts on him, and none of them will be organized.

I'm fairly confident that this post will get into some very unhinged territories, I cannot be normal about this man

I feel like this should go without saying, but all of the headcanons I have dumped onto Laurance on my main blog apply to this rewrite. Including this one which you have definitely all seen, and all Shadow Knight headcanons are also canon here.

But let's talk about this rewrite specifically. Because when Laurance comes back from the Nether, and he confesses his love, the mother fucker does it! He actually gets Irena to say she at least feels something towards him! It isn't much, but she doesn't get all awkward when he says that he loves her, and she's supremely gentle with him while helping him with his recovery. This really quickly turns into romance and the two are effectively dating shortly after.

Yeah Laurance's eyes aren't magically fucking cured to perfection, that's stupid an abelist.

Actually, because I want peak recovery arc material out of this rewrite Laurance is going to get to spend a lot of time learning how to fight with this new form. His body has been pretty significantly altered from the process of undeath and also the torture. I'm so for real when I say Laurance has so many scars, just so many of them, 18 million scars all over his everything. He already had some from being a stupid fucking child, but these ones are a lot uhm... bigger.

Laurance has to adjust to the new symptoms of his body. A lot of them are slow, appearing over time. The first major thing Laurance notices is that when he stops thinking of breathing for long enough, he just stops breathing. Shadow Knights don't need to breathe, so their body doesn't naturally do it. But Laurance never fully died, so he kind of does need to breathe?? And this is just where it starts.

I think the doll symptoms start kicking in a lot slower than I initially thought of. There's still the first time that it happens, but then it doesn't happen as often. Maybe once or twice, but the next time Laurance really deals with that is during the Season 1 finale (but it isn't Garroth that knocks him out (but that's a whole post unto itself)). Going into Season 2 though, it gets worse and worse. As the Shadow King has more influence over the Overworld, the calling gets stronger and stronger.

More often than not the calling manifests as a whisper in the back of Laurance's mind, something that sends a tingle down his spine and not in a good way. His blood runs hot, and he can feel his body pulled to Irena. Like his blood is tied to her life force and constantly trying to bring her to it. And any time he's around her, that voice gets louder, starts multiplying as he fights it, all of them demanding him to kill, to do it, to free himself of the burden, to gain eternal life.

Laurance doesn't want eternal life though!! He never has!! He wants to fall in love and start a family and grow old with his partners!!

Okay so going into Laurance's childhood a bit, I've said it before and I'll say it again, Laurance is the mcd equivalent of a theater kid and yet somehow fumbled in choosing his class and ended up as a fighter instead of a bard, the goof. He picked up the Lyre when he was a teenager, mostly because his father bought one and expressed an interest in teaching Laurance how to play, and he was all over that.

He stops playing it when he goes to the guard academy cause they just don't have instruments there (which is a crime), but he does still spend a lot of time remembering songs and finger placements, mans is doing whatever he can to make sure he doesn't fall out of practice. When Laurance comes back to Meteli as an official guard he celebrates by having a party in the town and finally getting to play his beloved lyre again.

He doesn't play it as much when he's a guard, but he always tries to stay in practice. And he won't let any blindness get in the way either, his muscle memory is so on point he barely needs his eyes unless he's reading sheet music, which is usually right in front of him.

I could seriously go into a whole character analysis of comparing Laurance to Orpheus, specifically from Hadestown, like I really want to, but I'll restrain myself to just the general myth of Orpheus and Eurydice. Laurance really thought he could walk into hell and defy the gods. He really thought he could just do that. And even when he was faced with punishment, when Orpheus was forced to stay in the Underworld in her place, he endured it all for her. And actually this is so funky the roles are kind of reversed. Because Irena is the one who can't turn around to look at Laurance when they're running out of hell. If she does, she will die. That is guaranteed. Eurydice has always acted in the assurance of her survival. Unlike Orpheus in the same position, she can manage to not turn her head.

Hhhhhhg Laarmau as Orpheus and Eurydice is literally everything to me you don't understand.

And yes Laurance being Orpheus coded is why I gave him a Lyre, I won't even deny that. Like, c'mon, Laurance very earnestly trying to earn Irena's affection and saying "I also play the lyre" and Irena snarking back "A liar and a player too? I've met too many men like you." I'm--

Stay focused!! This is not the Hadestown post!!

What if Laurance was like obscenely physically affectionate? Like he's so so so physical, he loves having a point of contact with someone at all times. It doesn't have to be anything big either. He just likes wrapping his arm around Garroth's shoulder, or having Irena play with his hair. It was something important before the Shadow Knight transformation, and he only needed it more as time went on. The feeling of his lovers heartbeat reminds him he's alive.

And other people touching him reminds Laurance he still has this body. In spite of all the Shadow Kings control, he has control of his own body in this moment and he is using that control to show love and care and that matters to him more than anything. He likes holding hands, putting his hands on people, having other people do the same, even the smallest amount of affection is enough for him to selfishly crave more.

Laury likes singing a lot. His voice got a little deeper after the Shadow Knight thing because his vocal chords got just a little shredded in the Nether, but he still loves singing and singing with his friends and lovers. Laurance singing some sappy love song to Garroth who is just completely smitten, or singing some silly little campfire song to boost Cadenza's mood when she's having a bad day.

THE TABLE BIT!! I simply adore the table bit!! All of it! And it's even better in my rewrite cause even if the dialogue and the scene plays out almost exactly the same, they're in love while doing this silly bit!! Such fucking dorks I want to throw them against concrete.

Thinking about Laurance and Ungrith. Laurance finding this wyvern in the forest while exploring one day and befriending it almost instantly because Laurance is just a very kind person. Even if Ungrith isn't allowed to be with his brethren, it's okay because this weird fuckin kid is really entertaining and a genuinely great friend. I know it isn't possible but a scene where Laurance, Garroth, and their wyvern childhood friends get to hang out and talk would probably fix all my problems.

Raven doesn't literally anyone but Garroth touch him, but when Irena tells him about Ungrith, he's willing to let Laurance pet his scales or whatever you do to show affection to a flying lizard. It's not the same, but it's better than nothing.

Laurance's favorite place to kiss other people is on the cheeks, but his favorite spot to be kissed is the forehead. I think that he doesn't admit this to people, rather lets them figure it out. Both Garroth and Irena figure out Laurance likes kissing their cheeks a lot, like he does it constantly, especially because Garroth has freckles and Laurance is determined to kiss every single one of them.

Garroth is the one who learns about Laurance's affinity for forehead kisses cause he's only like two inches taller than Laurance, but that difference matters a lot to both of them. And Garroth can tell very easily from the way Laurance always loves looking up at him with those big doe eyes. Once he tells Irena this, she starts asking Laurance to bend over or kneel in front of her so she can kiss his forehead very tenderly.

Because I made Garrancemau polycule real in my rewrite, Laurance's calling latched onto Irena, but man oh man, it tempts him with Garroth sometimes. He fights so hard to protect Irena partially because if she dies by someone else's hands, he knows it'll latch onto Garroth. And sometimes the calling urges him towards it anyway, considering it'll work. A calling is best answered by the death of a lord, but the death of another guard isn't always a bad thing.

Every time Laurance runs from his lovers to fight the calling he feels so cold without them. Like if he bothers to try sleeping while on his own it just feels so cold. So empty. It doesn't feel right to try to sleep without Irena in his arms and Garroth snuggled up behind him and a blanket over the three of them.

I think Laurance cries a lot. He doesn't really have hang ups about showing his emotional side until he's a shadow knight, and even after, he only tries to hide his anger. He never hides his anguish, his sadness, his absolute misery as a result of the nightmare he was forced to live through. Laurance's crying is so loud, so wretched, almost agonizing for him. It forces his entire body to shake and tremble, sobs being wrung out of him almost forcefully.

I want. him. to be okay. and happy. and I know he won't be. Aughfhhg.

#minecraft diaries #mcd rewrite #minecraft diaries rewrite #text post #aphblr #mcd headcanons #writing #laurance zvahl #laurance mcd #minecraft diaries garroth #garroth ro'meave #mcd aphmau #mcd cadenza #mcd kenmur #way too long #so many words #gay block men

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audiodramayearbook · 4 months

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Let's Talk Categories- Writers

Best made up word(s) even the writer can’t pronounce correctly (aka the Yes, But is It A Conlang Award)

Writer most likely to be lovingly bullied by their actors & fans.

Writing this show is cheaper than therapy

Most likely to have detailed notes for expansive worldbuilding & backstory that doesn't appear on screen (aka the There's More Lore Than Script Award)

What do you mean it’s not punny? (aka the Highest Form of Humor Award)

Enemies-to-Lovers arc but it's you and this show's writer.

Nominations open January 1, 2024 on our website

#audio drama #audio drama yearbook #ADYB #words #so many words

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cleflink · 6 months

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#i'm in this picture and i don't like it #just writer things #so many words #So little remembering

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jakeperalta · 8 months

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downloading the starbucks app specifically so I don't have to attempt to order the iced brown sugar oat shaken espresso out loud

#SO MANY WORDS #and then they're gonna ask the size and i (a rare starbucks visitor) have to remember which size means what then panic and just say 'small'#i think i've tried it once before? i don't remember #if i go to order it in person there is a solid chance my muscle memory will kick in and i'll order a soya cappuccino by default #talking

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this-acuteneurosis · 11 months

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First of all: Loved the latest chapter. Plo is trying to make sense of Leia’s reaction and I’m so here for protective Padmé!

I wanted to ask about Shmi’s chip though, since Luke told Leia in Blood of our father that Shmi had been buried with hers. Did she just not admit to Anakin that she still had it?

Ah, I believe you have discovered an infamous continuity error, which sometimes occurs when an author does not reread their own fic enough times.

Let's go with: this is a difference in the timelines.

Yeah, that'll work.

#patched that plot hole right up #oops #there are a lot of words in this fic #so many words

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Back in November, a million years ago, I caught a mouse in my office.

I saw a tiny movement out of the corner of my eye, and when I went looking, I found the mouse hiding under the phone, in the little tent shape formed by its plastic stand.

I’m not especially fast or coordinated, but somehow I scooped the little guy into a plastic recycling container..

This has been a big year for mice here, and I have lived in places with terrible mouse problems in the past (New Mexico at the height of hantavirus, 100-year-old apartment buildings in the 90s). So, I have been responsible for the relocation of plenty of mice out of this mortal coil. I feel okay about it, and will certainly do it again when the need arises.

But this particular mouse, a cute and lively individual that was already trapped in a bucket, had earned a trip to an actual new home. I loaded the recycling bin into the passenger side of my car and drove it a little distance, then tried to get the mouse to go free. It was eating a piece of dried gum and did not wish to leave the bin, but once its feet touched the ground, it took off like a shot.

I like to think the mouse is happily living off the land, but it’s more likely to be cursing me for the lack of human food, or making its way back in to the complex. On the bright side, it doesn’t live in my office anymore.

Phone pictures. Cochise County, Arizona, November 2022.

#mouse #arizona #landscape #recycling #photographers on tumblr #textless #amadee ricketts #catch and release #road #mountain #san jose mountain #fall #autumn #november #phone #so many words

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🎵I have died in your arms tonight🎵

Angel of Death/Jason Todd AU

(Prev. Chapter)

All throughout the lecture Jason and Lea passed notes back and forth, like giggling teenagers in high school, and Jason was not embarrassed in the slightest. Who cares if he's blushing like a schoolboy, heart going a mile a minute just talking with a pretty girl? A pretty, smart girl, who laughed at his macabre jokes and made her own. Sue him. When the class finished, she smirked and passed him one last note, before slipping out the door. He was disappointed for a moment, before he realized what was on the small strip of paper. Her phone number.

(No, he did not do a little dance, you have no proof.)

He programmed the number into his phone, flip-flopping on the name. He eventually decided on just 'Lea'. He'd change it later, after their coffee date. Holy shit, he had a date! Take that, Dickface.

He quickly changed out of the plain getup he had on for sitting in the dim college classroom, and into something more presentable, yet still casual… a t-shirt and jeans would be fine, right? Across the room, on his nightstand, his phone dinged. It would have to be. She sent him the address for an overpriced little coffee shop on the Gotham U campus. Perfect.

He walked into the small cafe, noting the absence of a certain angel woman. So, he ordered his drink and sat in an easily visible booth, trying to keep his bat-paranoia in check. She wouldn't stand him up, would she? She seemed interested in class… what if it was an act?

The bell above the door rang and he looked up on instinct. His mind stopped in its tracks, frozen on the sight in front of him. Lea seemed to have had the same idea he did, now wearing something different than an hour before. Her oversized, black sweater came to her knees, over top of fishnets and Doc Martins. She had a pile of necklaces around her neck, and her braids were pulled back, revealing heavily pierced ears. The rare Gotham sunlight came in behind her, shrouding her in a halo of light.

She spotted him and smiled, only adding to the divine comparison in his head. "Just Jason!"

He chuckled a little, the sound dying in his throat as she approached. "You look beautiful." He blurted out, embarrassed but not dissuaded. "Like an angel."

Her eyes twinkled with mirth. "Why, thank you. You're not so bad yourself, handsome."

Yes, his face was on fire. So what? He cleared his throat. "So, what do you want to drink?"

Her face brightened, like a kid on Christmas. "Coffee. One of my siblings brought me some once and I've been dying to have it again." He raised an eyebrow, laughing a little. "Right."

She repeated her order to the barista at the counter, who looked at Lea with less amusement than Jason. The barista rolled her hand, beckoning Lea to continue. "Yes, but what do you want?"

Lea frowned, confused. "I want coffee. Jason, I'm speaking English, right?"

The barista's eyebrows shot into her hairline, and Jason muffled his laugh in his hand. He glanced down at Lea, expecting literally any other emotion to be present on her face. She was looking at him, concerned and confused, hand hovering over his back. Jason straightened up, turning back to the offended woman behind the counter. "She'll have a black coffee. Sorry about that." He slid a hundred to her and quickly walked Lea back to their table.

"What was that?" He asked, huffing a small laugh. She frowned (still looking gorgeous while doing so). "She was misunderstanding me, and I was worried I was speaking the wrong language."

Jason nodded, remembering some of Damian's moments like that. More often than not, it was insulting, but sometimes…

"English isn't your first language." He realized, looking on the encounter from moments prior differently. She shook her head. "No. Far from it actually."

"I get it. My little brother's first language isn't English either."

She looked at him with wide eyes. "You have siblings?"

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Hundreds of 'em." He joked. She blinded smiled at him. "Me too!"

"Older or younger?"

"Both." She groaned. "They're so annoying, and only one of them has visited me in thousands of years!" He's never heard that metaphor before. Maybe a phrase in her language? "Can't relate. I wish mine would just leave me alone."

She looked at him with sad eyes, looking ages older than she actually was (then again, so did he sometimes). "No, you don't." He blinked at the tone shift, but the moment was ruined by the barista calling Lea's coffee order. He got up and grabbed the cup, coming back to her looking herself again. "Here." He handed her the drink and she stared at it with hearts in her eyes (no, he was not jealous of a coffee cup, that's ridiculous).

She took a sip and her face scrunched up, looking like Tim when Jason managed to catch him in a sleep-deprived state and trick him into biting a lemon. "Ugh! What is that?!"

He stifled a laugh, disguising it as a cough. "Coffee." She shook her head, glaring at the cardboard cup like it had personally offended her. "No, coffee is delicious. That is infernal." She growled.

He let himself laugh this time, offering her his cooling cup. "Why don't you try this?"

She peered into it warily, comparing the contents of both. "They look the same…" She glanced at him, and slowly brought the drink to her lips. She took a sip and her eyes widened, sips turning into gulps. She tipped back the whole cup, impressing Jason.

When she brought it away from her mouth, she wasn't even panting, licking her lips. "That was better. Not quite what Gabriel brought, but definitely better than," She glared at her own cup, "that."

Jason leaned back in his seat, amused by her reaction. "If you think that's good, wait 'til you try it with chocolate."

(Next Chapter)

#so many words #batman fanfiction #batman #jason todd #angel of death #Angel of Death/Jason Todd #college student jason todd #coffee date #anyone who drinks plain black coffee for the taste is psychotic #tags suck

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